Who am I, boi? I'm unpersonified
Got the question repeatin itself like askin yaself why
Cuz the sky aint ever contemplate the direction its movin
I'm the cold front that leave half-naked chicks frozen
I am that black cloud that blew in, I got ya crew recoupin
See thru stunna shades what it's like to be headin a movement
See I Am, simply, boi don't make me get poetic
Cuz dam my eyes see clearly why the world is so hectic
I mirror the business so I am the bulls n the bears
Chicago gusts blowin makin ya ass feel bare
Windbreakers can't ever break the spirit of the air
Cuz the Spirit of St. Louis can still feel it in the air
I am the fire in my eyes n the villain that ignited it
I am the father of the hatred n the abandoned sentiments
Dead from the beginnin these heatas be leavin ya heart fire-lit
N molten lead in ya chest couldn't be stopped by tha cold steel outside of it

I AM