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Who? Lyrics by Slaks

2016

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you don't fit into my section
Fuck anyone throwing shade in my direction
After nothing less than success and
You look hella nervous bruh I can see the sweat man
Oh yeah, trust you know I work for it
Seen the team feasting so they tryna get they fork in it
Pushed me till i'm beasting fuck it I was born lifted
If they don't like me i'ma force in it like a horse kicked it
And the current shifted
Yeah, boy they sleeping on me
I been at it for a minute just peeping the scene
They always look in my direction like there's something to see
I been killing verses daily but it's nothing to me
It makes sense that you'd be afraid, yeah
A one vs. one you'd take second place, yeah
I been at this shit for several days, yeah
And I won't quit until I find my way straight up, yeah
[Hook: Jedikiah]
Who the fuck told you that I was playing?
Who the fuck brought you into this conversation?
I'm talking bout who? Bitch i'm talking bout you. [x2]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I got an adrenaline addiction
Witness all the venom from the shit that I been spitting
Said i'm so sick like a medical condition
Every lyrics so lit like the spliff that I been hitting
Man I got the game on lock, sorry dog -
But you everything the game don't want
You gon follow after me - I say jump you hop
I drop a vid and I bet that your clique gon watch -
Yeah, like I ain't rapper i'ma raptor
Leave em in disaster with his head up in the rafters
He wanna battle I respond to em with laughter
And they loose hope a noose rope is what comes after
Yeah, and I'll admit it i'ma savage, you looking so hurt -
Cause my lyrics causing damage, every fucking word -
Puts em down why you sad, bitch. Every single verse -
Is so far above average!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jedikiah]
Word play stronger than Hercules
I spit fire and i burnt the beat
Straight outta surgery
I got stabbed in my back by some bitch who ain't even worth a thing
My future isn't really hard to see
Your hard over Twitter, but ain't hard to me
You fuck boys be starting beef
Go and off yourself. Sorry, pardon me
Who are you, there's no room for 2. You ain't coming through, and i ain't gonna move
You understand me? You kiss my shoes
When i come through they turning they heads like a screw
Moving fast, you can join the wave. Most people sink, but i don't know that way. Wave grew to a tsunami in a couple days
I'm running through any obstacle in my face
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