[LET DA MIDI WARM-UP!]

Lyrics

Caption, your favorite rapper is a actor
Action, Bullets really flew from that Acura
Coulda been a Civic, not too sure of the specifics
Head spinning like fidgets but my mind still on the mission
Treat the booth like the kitchen

I Treat the booth like the kittchen can tell by the way I’m whipping
Shoes tied to the neck in case anybodys tripping
learned from my mistakes, always safe cuz he’s risen

**[How yall that sensitive but easily impressed?
March madness, they all reaching for the net
promise lab diamonds do not shine like Buggetts
Snatched advance money the label put you debt
I Went three stripes cuz I really could less
What a rapper in his 40s is about to wear next
Imagine yall thinking that’s a diss, who next?
my mindset is more bout the team collecting checks]

Just do it
Who? free throw jump fly (who!)
She seen out in public and got tounge tied (who!)
heard she was passed like hookah till she smoked dry (who!)
told her no biggie for her sins God son died (who!)

Look around I see alot fake tough guys
One song can leave you all sautéd and stir fyed
Ironed out, tucked in, button up’d then bow tied
Push the red button, i can tell you Who? wont die

….

Who? cant die, a hero but Who? Anti
most dominant, do it big as Shaq’s pant size
This aint fast food, Who? is anti franchise
Caught some much buzz I could move inside the Queens hive
The bar is so low right now I could skip by
The bar is so low right now it could trip yall
Streams like votes, they miscount just to trick yall
Karaoke rappers, see em live and leave pissed off

[Heard the young kids only feel it if its melodys
Heard the OGs only moving off jealousy

kill my Vanity
keep my Sanity

imitating who they see
Never really in the streets
Misleading is the industry
I Know the biys aint real as me
dont care whats in your remedy
Touching off kids off Hennesy
This the inner G that makes everyone a enemy]


Real rap been undergound like a tunnel
While ya favorites playing with the white powder like Funnel’s
I could bar yall death like a Fed sweep coming
But I rather say repent hesus still coming foreal

Get it popping foreal
But I’m anti pills
And I’m anit seals
And I’m anti tricking
I worked hard for my bills
But wont move to the hills
Where reality aint real
For the clout they’ll kill

RIP Pop Smoke
The game wicked foreal
Why I need a beat tag
When I tag beats foreal?
I’m from Virginia Pharrell
Where my ancestors were killed
I Know To you this a lick
But to me this foreal
to the youth this is real
they toating poles foreal
They snorting blow foreal
All that blood on your hands
atleast ya bank account filled
When you done playing pretend
Palsms’ll teach you too heal amen