Who I Be

Don't know who I be
Who I is who I are
Sick in the scene sippy star
Wrist on the bar
Pinky raised on the lift
Put a quarter in your ass
Cause you played yourself

Retro graphic like kiss my ass
Playing with matches like that heat wont blast
Radioactive premade for causing damage
Simulcast Billy over Billy
Not want it with the kid
Corso not so fast
Better make sure your head gears ready
I rock steady she said it's worth her ass for stones
For breathing heavy diddly diddly
Gavel down guilty archaic
Breast feeding off the wicked witch's titty
You got to mirror dive with Medusa
For the stones to fuck with me
Buck city old refinery holistic grime gritty
Brown eye shine speak in binary
0's and 1's like P's and Q's
Got that shit like what brown can do for you
Take a sniff taste off the residue

Don't know who I be
Who I is who I are
Sick in the scene sippy star
Wrist on the bar
Pinky raised on the lift
Put a quarter in your ass
Cause you played yourself

Don't know who I be
Who I is who I are
Sick in the scene sippy star
Wrist on the bar
Pinky raised on the lift
Put a quarter in your ass
Cause you played yourself

You just a figment lower spark filament
Abacuses can't read lower level digit
Kill yourself but bleed slow
Like your 3-17 intake slow
Too bad for myself too bad for your health
Decapitate wealth all stealth what you felt
Something like you never untouched but wet
Crotches no Sweat Make it Last Forever
On my high monarch shit
Rubies in her booty kept her on swelter
Took a Fuji panoramic to last longer
Said the mic was calling me she said ok bet
Notarized the rain check with eyebrow sweat
Calgon regrets laced the Kenny the jets
Focusing on one take mic checks
At the studi(o) and them rubies
She- ready to cash in on that compounding debt

Don't know who I be
Who I is who I are
Sick in the scene sippy star
Wrist on the bar
Pinky raised on the lift
Put a quarter in your ass
Cause you played yourself

Don't know who I be
Who I is who I are
Sick in the scene sippy star
Wrist on the bar
Pinky raised on the lift
Put a quarter in your ass
Cause you played yourself

Push through to the back of your mind empty
Glam shot trendy like Bram Stoker with me
Choreographed with Hines' tippy's
Catch up too shifty like rotation on call
Flow gauging you no show no call
Auto inferno gone need more than gauze
Haz flows (gym)nastic Dominique Dawes
H2O ish gone need more than oars
Diamond coarse constructed for close tugging
Let it go on like Chernobyl for those much to do about nothings
She said she had me in her player cause I be crushing a lot
Hit her with the Shmeee battle bots
Heavy anvils and watch his matter drop
Looked at the replay gathered before the shot
Ma Ma Se
Ma Ma Sa
Ma Ma Coo Sa

Don't know who I be
Who I is who I are
Sick in the scene sippy star
Wrist on the bar
Pinky raised on the lift
Put a quarter in your ass
Cause you played yourself

Don't know who I be
Who I is who I are
Sick in the scene sippy star
Wrist on the bar
Pinky raised on the lift
Put a quarter in your ass
Cause you played yourself