Who am I
Alright
Yo
Look
[verse 1]
Making beats everyday making raps everyday
Man this shit is fucking insane
Doing pauses to roll this shit out
Making deposits for more clout
God damn
I'm feeling the man
No cap on low low
Banging this no homo
Making funny shit
Ima cunning bitch
Cumming to bitches that are Latino with big tiddies
Call it kimono part two man who am I kidding
This shit should be off written by everyone who comes by it
I'm obviously not biased with this opinion of my
Cut the onyon one more time
[Chorus]
But who am i
To say i'm a new rap god
Who am I
To say this shit dawg
Who am I
[verse 2]
To be appropriating this language
Like it's dangerous to not use it
In my fucking music
Even though this is just how I talk
Yet you still say im a white bitch who should fuck off
Man get of my cock
Before I cock back my Glock
With one shot a new dead man on the block
Maybe you should fuck off
With your "original" disses
But That shit always misses
In the industry with these new bitches
That mumble a load of cum filled Oreos
Talking about getting oreo'd
Just fuck off ugly hoe
Water, water man you're slaughter
You're the pig and i'm the fucking farmer
Omar wa mou shindeiru, nani!?
Man im not your fucking nanny
My cleaning shit costs a mcphee
[Chorus]
But who am I
To be talking this shit
Who am I
To call you a bitch
Who am I
[verse 3]
Oh that's right
I'm that man better than you guys
You all lie
Having others write
And you get all the fuckings rights
Man hows that right
This like some drake and Josh shit
Minus the Josh
All you are is a damn bitch
Like it or not
You all can forget going to the top
Because I'm the king of the hill
Never giving up my spot or quill
With every ink drip some more of my skill
Of the top of the tip, this is my will
Never talk about popping pills
Never talk about something else
Other than your passions
Never let a man stop your action
Whether it's the weather never become wether
For other rappers to feats on
Murder mothafuckas on beats dawg
Make these bitches deceased slogged
[Chorus]
But who am I
To tell you off
Who am I
To look and scoff
At your pitiful songs you call original
Rhyming one syllable man you ain't lyrical
But who am I