Who I Be
[Verse 1]
Yeah fuck all the rules unless they're mine
Blunts in the restroom you wait in line
Kristen Stewart in my bed
So so future that I’m dead
You and me and D & D and PBR and OCD
Blue and yellow purple treats
Naked girls in my cell phone
Got Billy Joel as my ringtone
ET go home see me I’m gone
Stay down like a syndrome
Labyrinth is my kingdom
On Craigslist lookin for a Lincoln
Doctor diagnosis me dope
And high as fuck is a symptom
No I got no ID so I show up with my lease
I got no driver’s license SUV
No Redbox on my street bitch
[Chorus]
I be who I be
Got what you really need
I be who I be
Don’t try to front on me
N O V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
NO V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
I be who I be
Got what you really need
I be who I be
Don’t try to front on me
N O V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
N O V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
[Verse 2]
Imma stack my broccoli to the roof
Flow so cold that it hurts your tooth
You know me
[?] ruckus
All my team [?] touch us
Nova Mona Lisa
I’m so art call me Picasso
Panic attacks and anxiety
Don’t mistake me for an asshole
Pretty bitch when I try to be
But man who got time for that shit
I fuck Bill Murray
Kill emcees [?] rat shit
Imported corn pops and floral print socks
I filled the ninety-four forties if you wanna rock
No I ain’t got credit so I gotta pay in cash
Follow me on Instagram for pictures of my ass, bitch
[Chorus]
I be who I be
Got what you really need
I be who I be
Don’t try to front on me
N O V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
NO V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
I be who I be
Got what you really need
I be who I be
Don’t try to front on me
N O V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
N O V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
[Hot Karl's Verse]
H-O-T K-A-R-L
That’s the way motherfuckers spell
A rapper that’s about to break it down
And party hard like John Manzel
Hey Nova let’s stay focused
Kavan drive I’ll pass you smoke this
Gas tank empty no one notice
What we got here is Mr. Island Dopest
Who I be is skills and laughter
With the inland [?] chapters
Cuz I love this god damn rap shit
Like Drake loves the Toronto Raptors
We the new JA Rule and Ashanti
Or maybe I’m Irv Gotti
Y’all spit like it’s [?]
And then just cut and copy
And that’s just really sloppy
Latin chicks they call me papi
Mamis all around me
Like I got Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s body
I’m not psychic but I know I predict your future’s bad
Imma fuck Ciara just to make sure that Future’s sad
[Chorus]
I be who I be
Got what you really need
I be who I be
Don’t try to front on me
N O V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
NO V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
I be who I be
Got what you really need
I be who I be
Don’t try to front on me
N O V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli
N O V.I.P
I’m stacking broccoli