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Ring, ring, who the fuck is that?It's a 9-1-0 number, so you know a nigga zapped (Ha)Okay, o-o-okayO— hm, okay, o-o-okay, o—Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck? Okay)Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck? O-o-okay)Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck? Who)Out the way (Okay) , it's a real nigga comin' through(Who, o—)Out the way (Okay) , it's a real nigga comin' throughWhat 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 style of the unibrowed UnabomberWho maneuvered through the drama with a suit of armorMovin' calmer than the Buddha, duckin' funeral parlorsFirst the hootin', hollerin', and then the shootin' start upQueue the saga, the root of all theEvil ain't the paper with the eagleBut what people would do for dollarsLet off a troop of hollows from German RugersThey used to do the honorsCongruent with shit that I do to rhymersOn Deuteronomy, ain't shit niggas can do but honor meWhat I'm quotin' is God-sculpted, come view the potteryI blaze by graveyards and destitute economiesFull of thug bones for refusin' to move in harmonyDrug traffickin', slugs blastin', we move accordinglyAnd run faster than blood travels through human arteriesWe know exactly what it meansWhen niggas show 9s, . 22s, . 45sWe studyin' numerology, niggaWhat 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? BitchWho 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? (Who the fuck? What it is, ho?)Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck? What it is, ho?)Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck? What it is, ho?)Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck? 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 niggaEvery bar is a part of the murder wrathCall PETA, them people choppin' a bird in halfBreakin' further down to whatever's gon' earn the mathExchange pounds for dollars and never converted cashWelcome to the South where they servin' the dirt and grassThe streets ain't safe, I prefer the deserted pathWas walkin' with my Walkman one day when I heard a blastLoud enough to shatter the earth into thirds, I gaspedHauled ass and my legs got to turnin' fastStraight past the victim, he hobblin', hurtin' badHeard way back he slick, tried to take half a brickThey say payback's a bitch and I guess he incurred a tabWhile they was masterin' scales like they learnin' jazzI was makin' sure they refer to my first and lastName, Jermaine Cole, with Hall of Fame flowsFrom Cain Road with 'caine sold on the dang lowDo anything for bankroll that you can't foldBut ridin' through the block is detectives in plain clothesWhich likely means soon you'll be singin' familiar tunesIn interrogation rooms gettin' questioned by Zane LoweWho the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)Who the f—, who the f—, who the f—Who the fuck?Yeah, you know who put the city on (They know it)Came back through, rose-gold AP to show I'm really on(I show it, nigga)Get rich or die tryin', I had fifty on (Cha-ching)Bitches ringin' in my phone, "Like, is you really home? "(Hello? Brr, brr, brr)I'll stay out the way since I done seen a million (A milli')Five percent tints and plus I got this hoodie onI had to humble up, stop movin' with that jewelry on(No flex)You hear that baritone, this shit get deep as GiveonI'm a sidewalk nigga, I'ma stay thereI'll leave the streets for the ones that wanna play thereI done leveled up so shawty want a date, yeahLeft my kids in her mouth like a daycareI'm the Carolina nominal ShakespeareAll that cap you let them niggas rap is over withThe real is back, you feel a way, you gotta cope with itThe 'Ville put a nigga six feetLike back when COVID hit, okayThese niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit(They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin')No diamonds on my neck, no Rollie on my wrist(I ain't got no diamonds on, uh-uh)Two-six, I done lurked a little bit (Okay)I learned the hardest niggaHe can always get hit (Well, damn)Out the jungleI done fucked around and got rich (Well, damn)Zero dollars in my pocket, bitchI'm not a lick (Not a what?)I'd rather that than gotta walk around with sticks'Cause I learned the hardest nigga, he can always get— (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)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—
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