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WHO TF IZ U (Explicit) - J. Cole
Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole/Tyler Williams/Anderson Hernandez/Johnny Bristol/Harvey Fuqua/Beatrice Verdi
Composed by：Jermaine Cole/Tyler Williams/Anderson Hernandez/Johnny Bristol/Harvey Fuqua/Beatrice Verdi
Produced by：J. Cole/Vinylz/T-Minus
Ring ring who the **** is that?
This a 9-1-0 number so you know a nigga zapped
Ha
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Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Okay
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
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Who the **** is you?
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Who the ****?
Who
Out the way okay it's a real nigga comin' through
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Out the way okay it's a real nigga comin' through
What it is ho?
What it is ho?
What it is ho?
What it is ho?
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Come view the style of the unibrowed Unabomber
Who maneuvered through the drama with a suit of armor
Movin' calmer than the Buddha duckin' funeral parlors
First the hootin' hollerin' and then the shootin' start up
Queue the saga the root of all the
Evil ain't the paper with the eagle but what people would do for dollars
Let off a troop of hollows from German Rugers they used to do the honors
Congruent with shit that I do to rhymers
On Deuteronomy ain't shit niggas can do but honor me
What I'm quotin' is God-sculpted come view the pottery
I blaze by graveyards and destitute economies
Full of thug bones for refusin' to move in harmony
Drug traffickin' slugs blastin' we move accordingly
And run faster than blood travels through human arteries
We know exactly what it means when niggas show 9s .22s .45s
We studyin' numerology nigga
What it is ho?
What it is ho?
What it is ho?
What it is ho?
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What it is ho?
What it is ho? *****
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Out the way it's a real nigga comin' through
**** out my face
Out the way it's a real nigga comin' through
**** out my face what it is ho?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
What it is ho?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
What it is ho?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
What it is ho?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
What it is ho?
Out the way it's a real nigga comin' through
**** out my face
Out the way it's a real nigga
Every bar is a part of the murder wrath
Call PETA them people choppin' a bird in half
Breakin' further down to whatever's gon' earn the math
Exchange pounds for dollars and never converted cash
Welcome to the South where they servin' the dirt and grass
The streets ain't safe I prefer the deserted path
Was walkin' with my Walkman one day when I heard a blast
Loud enough to shatter the earth into thirds I gasped
Hauled ass and my legs got to turnin' fast
Straight past the victim he hobblin' hurtin' bad
Heard way back he slick tried to take half a brick
They say payback's a ***** and I guess he incurred a tab
While they was masterin' scales like they learnin' jazz
I was makin' sure they refer to my first and last
Name Jermaine Cole with Hall of Fame flows
From Cain Road with 'caine sold on the dang low
Do anything for bankroll that you can't fold
But ridin' through the block is detectives in plain clothes
Which likely means soon you'll be singin' familiar tunes
In interrogation rooms gettin' questioned by Zane Lowe
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the f who the f who the f
Who the ****?
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
******* 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 on
I had to humble up stop movin' with that jewelry on
No flex
You hear that baritone this shit get deep as Giveon
I'm a sidewalk nigga I'ma stay there
I'll leave the streets for the ones that wanna play there
I done leveled up so shawty want a date yeah
Left my kids in her mouth like a daycare
I'm the Carolina 9-1-0 Shakespeare
All that cap you let them niggas rap is over with
The real is back you feel a way you gotta cope with it
The 'Ville put a nigga six feet like back when COVID hit okay
These 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 nigga he can always get hit
Well damn
Out the jungle I done fucked around and got rich
Well damn
Zero dollars in my pocket ***** I'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 **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Out the way it's a real nigga comin' through
**** out my face
Out the way it's a 'Ville nigga comin' through
**** out my face
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Who the **** is you?
Who the ****?
Out the way it's a real nigga comin' through
**** out my face
Out the way it's a 'Ville nigga
