Who is you
Trying to be the poster child for greatness
Local motherf*cker
Trying to show us how to make it
Never did shit
Probably a nigga in his basement
Online beggin' motherf*ckers for a placement
We ain't checkin' for yo music
We ain't checkin' for no playlist
Never did shit but post a pic and drop some shit
That last one minute and a half
My nigga where's the rest
No bass in yo voice
But we can clearly hear the rasp
But this the shit that's sad
Yo bitch saving yo ass
She'll probably blow
And find a bigger nigga with some cash
Some benefits and dick that make a bitch forget the last
I wonder then my friend would confidence inside you last
Hmmm
Yo shit dope
But you ain't got the gas
You at the starting line
We on our 47th lap
Still looking round
We in the crowd asking
Where he at
We asking where he at
I know the world is mine
But who the f*ck is you
You tell me all the time
You hate the shit I do
I hear it in my mind
Connected by the glue
I see beyond the lies
I only feel what's true
True
Who is you
Trying to be the poster child for greatness
Local motherf*cker
Trying to show us how to make it
Always had potential
But never enough to break it
And never enough to pay back ya momma for all the payments she made
You watched ya momma grow into a cannon grenade
All she needed was help instead you planned an escape
Now she need you to call her every now and again
As a Man
You should be more than a friend
You only come to the function with a defense on yo frame
Thought we was family
You supposed to be the kid with the flame raps
Insane how you separated like the Big Bang
You treat us like we beat a bitch
Or threw some dirt on y'all names
That shit crazy
I see you on the gram
And I be feeling a way b
I know you love the girl
But take a second, a way, b
Weigh A and then weigh B
Just weigh it out
I know the world is mine
But who the f*ck is you
You tell me all the time
You hate the shit I do
I hear it in my mind
Connected by the glue
I see beyond the lies
I only feel what's true
True
Who is you
Trying to be the poster child for greatness.
Local motherf*cker
Trying to show us out the matrix
Lost inside ya own mind
Can't remember basics
Runnin' round in circles
You the poster child for Asics
You be speaking on the wise
Without the facts for conversation
Type of shit that make a real nigga lose his patience
Type of shit that make a righteous man cahoot w/ Satan
Confusing motherf*ckers
Your influence simply wasted
Folks be waiting for the truth without a biased invitation
The love of God ain't ever had no rules or regulations
The love of God ain't ever had no ties to stipulations
Fine line between some love that niggas love to cross for hating
Just say it
I love being the wise guy
The one when niggas prosper
You get the congratulations
The one when when niggas fall
You find an underground location
But claim that you the great one
I know the world is mine
But who the f*ck is you
You tell me all the time
You hate the shit I do
I hear it in my mind
Connected by the glue
I see beyond the lies
I only feel what's true
True
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Who is you
Trying to be the poster child for greatness
Local motherf*cker
Trying to show us how to make it
Never did shit
Probably a nigga in his basement
Online beggin' motherf*ckers for a placement
We ain't checkin' for yo music
We ain't checkin' for no playlist
Never did shit but post a pic and drop some shit
That last one minute and a half
My nigga where's the rest
No bass in yo voice
But we can clearly hear the rasp
But this the shit that's sad
Yo bitch saving yo ass
She'll probably blow
And find a bigger nigga with some cash
Some benefits and dick that make a bitch forget the last
I wonder then my friend would confidence inside you last
Hmmm
Yo shit dope
But you ain't got the gas
You at the starting line
We on our 47th lap
Still looking round
We in the crowd asking
Where he at
We asking where he at
I know the world is mine
But who the f*ck is you
You tell me all the time
You hate the shit I do
I hear it in my mind
Connected by the glue
I see beyond the lies
I only feel what's true
True
Who is you
Trying to be the poster child for greatness
Local motherf*cker
Trying to show us how to make it
Always had potential
But never enough to break it
And never enough to pay back ya momma for all the payments she made
You watched ya momma grow into a cannon grenade
All she needed was help instead you planned an escape
Now she need you to call her every now and again
As a Man
You should be more than a friend
You only come to the function with a defense on yo frame
Thought we was family
You supposed to be the kid with the flame raps
Insane how you separated like the Big Bang
You treat us like we beat a bitch
Or threw some dirt on y'all names
That shit crazy
I see you on the gram
And I be feeling a way b
I know you love the girl
But take a second, a way, b
Weigh A and then weigh B
Just weigh it out
I know the world is mine
But who the f*ck is you
You tell me all the time
You hate the shit I do
I hear it in my mind
Connected by the glue
I see beyond the lies
I only feel what's true
True
Who is you
Trying to be the poster child for greatness.
Local motherf*cker
Trying to show us out the matrix
Lost inside ya own mind
Can't remember basics
Runnin' round in circles
You the poster child for Asics
You be speaking on the wise
Without the facts for conversation
Type of shit that make a real nigga lose his patience
Type of shit that make a righteous man cahoot w/ Satan
Confusing motherf*ckers
Your influence simply wasted
Folks be waiting for the truth without a biased invitation
The love of God ain't ever had no rules or regulations
The love of God ain't ever had no ties to stipulations
Fine line between some love that niggas love to cross for hating
Just say it
I love being the wise guy
The one when niggas prosper
You get the congratulations
The one when when niggas fall
You find an underground location
But claim that you the great one
I know the world is mine
But who the f*ck is you
You tell me all the time
You hate the shit I do
I hear it in my mind
Connected by the glue
I see beyond the lies
I only feel what's true
True
Trying to be the poster child for greatness
Local motherf*cker
Trying to show us how to make it
Never did shit
Probably a nigga in his basement
Online beggin' motherf*ckers for a placement
We ain't checkin' for yo music
We ain't checkin' for no playlist
Never did shit but post a pic and drop some shit
That last one minute and a half
My nigga where's the rest
No bass in yo voice
But we can clearly hear the rasp
But this the shit that's sad
Yo bitch saving yo ass
She'll probably blow
And find a bigger nigga with some cash
Some benefits and dick that make a bitch forget the last
I wonder then my friend would confidence inside you last
Hmmm
Yo shit dope
But you ain't got the gas
You at the starting line
We on our 47th lap
Still looking round
We in the crowd asking
Where he at
We asking where he at
I know the world is mine
But who the f*ck is you
You tell me all the time
You hate the shit I do
I hear it in my mind
Connected by the glue
I see beyond the lies
I only feel what's true
True
Who is you
Trying to be the poster child for greatness
Local motherf*cker
Trying to show us how to make it
Always had potential
But never enough to break it
And never enough to pay back ya momma for all the payments she made
You watched ya momma grow into a cannon grenade
All she needed was help instead you planned an escape
Now she need you to call her every now and again
As a Man
You should be more than a friend
You only come to the function with a defense on yo frame
Thought we was family
You supposed to be the kid with the flame raps
Insane how you separated like the Big Bang
You treat us like we beat a bitch
Or threw some dirt on y'all names
That shit crazy
I see you on the gram
And I be feeling a way b
I know you love the girl
But take a second, a way, b
Weigh A and then weigh B
Just weigh it out
I know the world is mine
But who the f*ck is you
You tell me all the time
You hate the shit I do
I hear it in my mind
Connected by the glue
I see beyond the lies
I only feel what's true
True
Who is you
Trying to be the poster child for greatness.
Local motherf*cker
Trying to show us out the matrix
Lost inside ya own mind
Can't remember basics
Runnin' round in circles
You the poster child for Asics
You be speaking on the wise
Without the facts for conversation
Type of shit that make a real nigga lose his patience
Type of shit that make a righteous man cahoot w/ Satan
Confusing motherf*ckers
Your influence simply wasted
Folks be waiting for the truth without a biased invitation
The love of God ain't ever had no rules or regulations
The love of God ain't ever had no ties to stipulations
Fine line between some love that niggas love to cross for hating
Just say it
I love being the wise guy
The one when niggas prosper
You get the congratulations
The one when when niggas fall
You find an underground location
But claim that you the great one
I know the world is mine
But who the f*ck is you
You tell me all the time
You hate the shit I do
I hear it in my mind
Connected by the glue
I see beyond the lies
I only feel what's true
True
Writer: Alexander Edwards
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