Who You Are

Title: Who You Are **[Intro - distorted]** You’re waiting for them to tell you who you are... But they really don’t care. **[Verse 1]** You’re waiting for them to tell you who you are But they really don’t care, they won’t go that far Playing with your mind, making you chase their clout When you already know, but you still having doubt I seen it in your eyes, you seeking validation From people who’d switch up without hesitation They talk behind your back, then smile in your face You still holding on, thinking they’ll change their ways **[Pre-Chorus]** Stop asking permission to be who you are They don’t hold the pen, you the author, not far **** You’re waiting for them to tell you who you are But they really don’t care, nah, that’s who they are Stand on your own, let the truth hit hard If they don’t see you now, they won’t see you far You’re waiting for them to tell you who you are But they really don’t care, that’s the scar[Chorus] **[Verse 2]** Nairobi nights, cold heart, I’m moving solo Huruma Mixed days, I learned don’t follow 2007 born, but my mind older If they ain’t real with you, you gotta go colder They love you when you down, so they feel superior Soon as you rise up, they become inferior So I cut the noise, let the drill do the talking I ain’t waiting on nobody, I’m already walking **** You’re waiting for them to tell you who you are But they really don’t care, nah, that’s who they are Stand on your own, let the truth hit hard If they don’t see you now, they won’t see you far You’re waiting for them to tell you who you are But they really don’t care, that’s the scar[Chorus] **[Outro - ad-libs]** They don’t care... So why you waiting? Be you. **Vibe**: 140 BPM, UK drill beat, sliding 808s, haunting choir in the background. Flow should be aggressive on verses, melodic on chorus. Want me to make a Swahili version of the chorus too?