Letras de WHO TF IZ U

Ring, ring, who the - is that?
It′s a 910 number, so you know where - at (ha)
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Oh, oh, OK
Oh, hmm, OK
Oh, oh, OK, oh

Who the - is you? (OK)
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Out the way (OK), it's a real - comin′ through
Out the way, it's a real - comin' through

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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 use to do the honors
Congruent with - that I do to rhymers

On Deuteronomy, ain't - 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 - show 9s, .22s, .45s
We studyin' numerology -

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Who the - is you?
Who the - is you?
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Out the way, it′s a real - comin' through (- out my face)
Out the way, it′s a real - comin' through (- out my face, what it is -?)

Who the - is you? (What it is -?)
Who the - is you? (What it is -?)
Who the - is you? (What it is -?)
Who the - is you? (What it is -?)
Out the way, it′s a real - comin' through (- out my face)
Out the way, it's a real -

Every bar is a part of the murder wrath
Call PETA, them people choppin′ a bird in half
Break it 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 - 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 where ′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 f-?

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, -)
Get rich or die tryin′, I had 50 on (cha-ching)
- Ringin′ in my phone like, "Is you really home?" (Hello? 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 (don′t flex)
You hear that baritone, this - get deep as Giveon (whoa)

I'm a sidewalk -, I′ma stay there
I'll leave the streets for the ones that wanna play there
I done leveled up, so shawty wanna date, yeah
Left my kids in her mouth like a daycare
I'm the Carolina 910 Shakespeare
All that cap you let them - rap is over with
The real is back, you feel a way, you gotta cope with it
The ′Ville put a - six feet like back when COVID hit, OK

These - ain′t talkin' ′bout -, uh (ain't talkin′ 'bout nothin′)
No diamonds on my neck, no Rollie on my wrist, uh (ain't got no diamonds on)
26, I done lurked a little bit (OK)
I learned the hardest -, he can always get hit (well, damn)
Out the jungle, I done - around and got rich, uh (well, damn)
Zero dollars in my pocket, -, I'm not a lick, uh (not a what?)
I′d rather that than gotta walk around with sticks
′Cause I learned the hardest -, he can always get (hit)

Who the - is you?
Who the - is you?
Who the - is you?
Who the - is you?
Out the way, it's a real - comin′ through (- out my face)
Out the way, it's a ′Ville - comin' through (- out my face)

Who the - is you?
Who the - is you?
Who the - is you?
Who the - is you?
Out the way, it′s a real - comin' through (- out my face)
Out the way, it's a ′Ville -