Who Are You (feat. B. Wayman)

Go to a studio and rehearse Maybe someday you will learn You suck, You’re a no talent piece of shit You appose your act of talent on anyone who passes you on whether they want to hear it or not Get out, How dare you come down here and do this I’ve been here 14 years, I’ve lived in this town my whole life You’re a disgrace, You suck How dare you I’m three blocks down Who the hell do you think you are Who the hell do you think you are You any kind of artist Anybody know who you are Maybe everybody else wants to enjoy the peace and quiet This is one of the most important places in all of North America who are you Who are you I tell them niggaz I be on my grind I tell them bitches I be on my grind So fuck you, fuck you and fuck you Cause them haters I ain’t never showing love to They say the proofs in the pudding So Ima keep eating while you niggaz keep looking I tell them niggaz I be on my grind I tell them bitches I be on my grind I keep it in the family The way these niggas hating make me wanna lose my sanity Gods gift in your presence So bow down nigga to your honor show reverence VA no telling where the dreams may take us Keep the hater proof repellent Started from the basics my mother’s basement Lacing every track I drop be so amazing yeah Everywhere I go 1 out of 10 Niggas wanna hate I’m shinning like a halogen My car low mileage and I’m bout to cop a new set of wheels So I can see the look on haters faces and they know I’m ill Riding round in Bentley’s like it’s nothing Mansions, Benz’s, bitches nigga I done it That’s why they hate me cause they want it They crabs in a bucket but fuck it I ain’t running I tell them niggaz I be on my grind I tell them bitches I be on my grind So fuck you, fuck you and fuck you Cause them haters I ain’t never showing love to They say the proofs in the pudding So Ima keep eating while you niggaz keep looking I tell them niggaz I be on my grind I tell them bitches I be on my grind Bitch I’m Wayman the great in the grass Hatchet ready waiting patient for snakes finna spaz You see we’ve almost taking my place you in the past Leave you stranded in the bay or the lake send a raft Spend a half of a stack on a zone of the pack Then I go Al Capone on the track No jewelry still without a doubt shinning No skateboarding by I’m always out grinding I tell em fuck you eat shit and die slow I smoke good dank speak slick and lie low Stay in a position, with the most tremendous of women I love L’s but my agenda is winning Sharks in the water no incentives of swimming Real shit I can sense when your intentions is switching I murder beats I will never stop merking You haters unemployed cause that shit is not working And that’s certain I tell them niggaz I be on my grind I tell them bitches I be on my grind So fuck you, fuck you and fuck you Cause them haters I ain’t never showing love to They say the proofs in the pudding So Ima keep eating while you niggaz keep looking I tell them niggaz I be on my grind I tell them bitches I be on my grind Call me K White the shepherd I can’t see these niggas I’m high like bird feathers Me and B beat the beat like Mayweather It’s still Nova Records dropping hits for the pleasure I’m heavy weight and yall niggas don’t measure No time for debating and silly questions like who’s better I got this shit mastered like splinter Starving ass artist eat these rappers like dinner And you know that I’m high so I’m hungry as fuck First question is it about money or what Kill your character show up to the funeral with fake roses Your girl said my d is medicine she takes doses Didn’t you know I’m cool I stay frozen Even though I’m pure fire I stay smoking Burning loud in the EXT Me and Stylez like rampage and GSP Fucker I tell them niggaz I be on my grind I tell them bitches I be on my grind So fuck you, fuck you and fuck you Cause them haters I ain’t never showing love to They say the proofs in the pudding So Ima keep eating while you niggaz keep looking I tell them niggaz I be on my grind I tell them bitches I be on my grind