WHO TF ARE U?
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Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck? Okay)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck? Oh, oh, okay)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Out the way (Okay), it's a real nigga comin' through (Oh, oh, okay)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin' through
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
Come view the mind of a localized visualizer
Who survived the fire with a wire and aizer
Moving wiser than the elders, ducking the fertilizer
First the gossiping, whispering, then the burner fire
Cue the thriller, the root of the killer
Ain't the metal in the pedal, but what niggasโll do for silver
Let off a river of hollows from heavy barrels they deliver
To the liver of anyone trying to test a pillar
On the book of Genesis, ain't shit for enemies but to finish us
What Iโm scripting is unfiltered, look at the images
I drive by dead blocks and bankrupt businesses
Full of young bones that refused to follow the premises
Drug trafficking, slugs blastin', we move with vigilance
And run faster than rumors spread through the villages
We know exactly what it means when niggas display text
We reading the subtext, nigga.
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin' through (Fuck out my face)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin' through (Fuck out my face, what it is, ho?)
Who the fuck is you? (What it is, ho?)
Who the fuck is you? (What it is, ho?)
Who the fuck is you? (What it is, ho?)
Who the fuck is you? (What it is, ho?)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin' through (Fuck out my face)
Out the way, it's a real nigga
Every line is a crime from a mind thatโs advanced
Call the coroner, they tracking a man with no chance
Break it down to the fraction that clears out the advance
Exchange weight for the paper and never look askance
Welcome to the East where they serving the dirt and plants
The block ain't safe, I prefer a defensive stance
Was walking with my notebook one day when I heard a blast
Loud enough to crack the pavement into halves, I gasped
Hauled ass and my sneakers got to burning gas
Straight past the victim, he stumbling, bleeding fast
Heard through the grapevine he tried to skim the stash
They say karmaโs a bitch and he finally cleared the tab
While they was mastering tik-toks trying to make a splash
I was making sure the legends refer to my first and last name
Markus Cole, with hall of fame flows
From the dark roads where the narcotics sold on the low
Do anything for a bankroll that the bank can't close
But riding through the residential is unmarked vehicles in rows
Which likely means soon you'll be switching up your prose
In interrogation rooms getting grilled by the pros.
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fโ who the fโ who the fโ who the fuck?
Yeah, you know who put the numbers on the board (They know it)
Came back through, platinum plaque to show Iโm really lord (I show it, nigga)
Get rich or die trying, I survived the sword (Cha-ching)
Bitches ringing up my line like, "Are you still on tour?" (Hello? Brr, brr)
Iโll stay out the way since I done touched the reward (A milli')
Five-percent tints on the truck, keeping it obscured
I had to humble up, put the diamonds in the drawer (Don't flex)
You hear that baritone, this shit heavy as a war (Woah)
Iโm a sidewalk nigga, Iโma stay there
Iโll leave the jungle for the ones that wanna play there
I done leveled up, so your shorty wanna date, yeah
Left my kids in her throat like a daycare
Iโm the California state-line Shakespeare
All that cap you let them internet niggas rap is over with
The real is back, you feel a way, you gotta cope with it
The system put a nigga six feet before the covid hit, okay
These niggas ain't talking 'bout shit, uh (Ain't talking 'bout nothing)
No iced-out chain, no watch on my wrist, uh (Ain't got no diamonds on)
Twenty-six, I done lurked through the mist (Okay)
I learned the hardest nigga, he can always get hit (Well, damn)
Out the basement, I done fucked around and got rich, uh (Well, damn)
Zero dollars on my mind, bitch, I'm not a lick, uh (Not a what?)
Iโd rather that than gotta walk around with sticks
'Cause I learned the hardest nigga, he can always getโ (Hit)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin' through (Fuck out my face)
Out the way, it's a 'Ville nigga comin' through (Fuck out my face)