Who (feat. Kenny Malik)

Sometimes I get high just to touch the sky And I know they wonder why, but I never reply Sometimes I get high just to touch the sky And I know they wonder why, but I never reply Niggas be tryna be tough guys, talking that shit about who? I can snap at any given moment You don't know about this shit that I been through You don't know about this shit that I seen I just had to be cautious when picking my team Stuffing that shit in my jeans Until the day I see it splitting the seams I feel this shit in my soul I told my mama this shit isn't a dream All my niggas know that this shit is big But not as big as what it's fixing to be These days people listen to trash So fuck it, I'ma make them listen to me Summertime Ken, spit with the heat Man, this music shit is different to me Ain't no such things as halfway crooks Donny told me hit the lab, let's cook Last time that he told me that I went and dropped a song that had the last man shook Everybody wanna be a rapper, but the problem is you not a artist Whole time y'all working backwards We the ones that went and went the farthest Please don't worry about me Got money on me and I'm ballin Can't be halfway in You know you gotta be all in Please don't worry about me Got money on me and I'm ballin Can't be halfway in You know you gotta be all in Please don't come for me Got heat on me These bodies is falling Can't be halfway in You know you gotta be all in You know the drill, I know the codes Talking about P's and talking about O's I wanna go Meech, I wanna go pro Making the plays but I'm trying to be coach Don't spite your face by cutting your nose I'm in a place that you'll never go I'm talking about body and spirit and soul Kenny just hit me on my phone Now you done got me in my zone Maybe I'll bend, won't break, won't fold This is not something you want from me I cannot give you the recipe They tried to pull rugs up under me Who do you wanna be? Give me a beat and it's tragedy Baby, you mad at me Maybe I'm out of touch Maybe I'm out of reach Maybe my pride is stopping me from inner peace Give me a minute, I'm making a masterpiece Collecting rappers, I'll hang them in galleries When I get finished, don't wanna talk salaries Who is in charge? cause i'll take out they batteries By the time they hear this, I'll be on the balcony Somewhere in Paris or maybe in Rome Can't take it back when you said it in stone Woah, oh Yeah I remember nights like this I was trying to make my rent Driving my Civic just like a Benz Get some rims, add some tint Ain't no problem, I can't fix I don't miss, don't get hit Please don't come for me Got heat on me These bodies is falling Can't be halfway in You know you gotta be all in Please don't come for me Got heat on me These bodies is falling Can't be halfway in You know you gotta be all in Oh, oh, oh Oh, no, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, no, yeah, yeah, yeah