Who is You
Hook
Who the fuck is you?
Nigga where you from nigga?
Nigga where you from nigga?
Nigga where you from nigga?
1st verse
I'm that nigga tripping
The homie like calm down, this ain't time now
But I'm ambitious, let me mind my business
evident in my decisions
Talking, I ain't listening
Which lead to the decision
Your approach got me suspicious
Grimace, displayed all on my face
Say it all on my face
Get the fuck out my face nigga
This back and forth shit nigga done snuck up out of the place
Look up then I gave chase
Now I got scuffs all on my j's nigga
What the fuck... the fuck is you bout
Time ain't right now, go get another clock
Independent wit my g
My wrap sheet needs no Koch
My rap sheet so hot
bars got the whole grid locked
Boy, ain't no grid locked
And I spelt that with no k in it
All East but no Dave in it
No feelings, straight business, straight menace, stay grinning
Live life like I'm in the eighth inning
Gotta stay winning
Make heaven out of this hell, get paid in it
2nd verse
I'm trying to do good stay the fuck up out of them jails
But this work is moving like a snail
And my pockets looking hella frail
And my thoughts is wandering, pondering
If I'm run up it lay it down
Shit be redundant, more reluctant, to fuck with corrupted risk just for now
Ima be up, down just for now
gotta get up can't lay around
gotta keep pushing on that Curtis Mayfield
Through the fake grinning, gotta stay real
Through the fake women, fake niggas, insides made of silicone
Till I lose it and life's is lost
and I'm back behind them walls
on niggas like where you from
Bridge
I'm on some fuck these niggas shit
I'm on some fuck these bitches quick
I'm on some fuck these niggas shit... shit
I'm on some fuck these niggas shit
I'm on some fuck these bitches quick
I ain't trying to bust a sweat... shit
Autor(es): Lionel Bradley