Who (feat. Kenny Malik)

Sometimes I get high just to touch the sky
And I know they wonder why, but I never reply
Sometimes I get high just to touch the sky
And I know they wonder why, but I never reply

Niggas be tryna be tough guys, talking that shit about who?
I can snap at any given moment
You don't know about this shit that I been through
You don't know about this shit that I seen

I just had to be cautious when picking my team
Stuffing that shit in my jeans
Until the day I see it splitting the seams
I feel this shit in my soul
I told my mama this shit isn't a dream
All my niggas know that this shit is big
But not as big as what it's fixing to be

These days people listen to trash
So fuck it, I'ma make them listen to me
Summertime Ken, spit with the heat
Man, this music shit is different to me
Ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Donny told me hit the lab, let's cook Last time that he told me that
I went and dropped a song that had the last man shook

Everybody wanna be a rapper, but the problem is you not a artist
Whole time y'all working backwards
We the ones that went and went the farthest
Please don't worry about me
Got money on me and I'm ballin
Can't be halfway in
You know you gotta be all in

Please don't worry about me
Got money on me and I'm ballin
Can't be halfway in
You know you gotta be all in

Please don't come for me Got heat on me
These bodies is falling Can't be halfway in
You know you gotta be all in

You know the drill, I know the codes
Talking about P's and talking about O's
I wanna go Meech, I wanna go pro
Making the plays but I'm trying to be coach
Don't spite your face by cutting your nose
I'm in a place that you'll never go
I'm talking about body and spirit and soul
Kenny just hit me on my phone
Now you done got me in my zone
Maybe I'll bend, won't break, won't fold
This is not something you want from me
I cannot give you the recipe
They tried to pull rugs up under me
Who do you wanna be?
Give me a beat and it's tragedy
Baby, you mad at me
Maybe I'm out of touch
Maybe I'm out of reach
Maybe my pride is stopping me from inner peace
Give me a minute, I'm making a masterpiece
Collecting rappers, I'll hang them in galleries
When I get finished, don't wanna talk salaries
Who is in charge? cause i'll take out they batteries
By the time they hear this, I'll be on the balcony
Somewhere in Paris or maybe in Rome
Can't take it back when you said it in stone

Woah, oh
Yeah
I remember nights like this
I was trying to make my rent
Driving my Civic just like a Benz
Get some rims, add some tint
Ain't no problem, I can't fix
I don't miss, don't get hit

Please don't come for me
Got heat on me
These bodies is falling
Can't be halfway in
You know you gotta be all in
Please don't come for me
Got heat on me
These bodies is falling

Can't be halfway in
You know you gotta be all in
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, no, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, no, yeah, yeah, yeah