Who I Be
Yeah, Who Is I¿? S.T.D., 'N What comes with NO MERCY IS NO PITY, Shaw-Keem The Dream Is Who I Be, THIS MY CITY, A.K.A Rooster or Shaq, My GradDaddy raised me, A BOSS 'N PIMP saved up Dollars morph into Stack, FOUNDATION Strong years after earning his FreeDom Like So Many Other from being a Slave, Fight for the Home of the Free, 'N the Land of the Brave, Like Walking Dead Back from the Grave, later He Gave, One of my middlenames after his Brother THATS JACK, A Braker Keeps, make'n bread Always low-key when I Move An Image I Keeps, When I'm wash'n these dirty dishes Build'n up, Feel'n 'em up, clean rack after Rack, A Quapoule NOTS take you out Freak accident a Gas leak or a lit Cigarette, everybody sleeps, From the beginning to the middle of a Fire, I'm an Arsenist I Love Flame, Ion Know there's just something poetic about it, you don't feel the same, that's a shame, I see through your front, act tough Like you work for the Mob But I doubt it, you have not what it takes, ear's to the ground when i move No ROOM For Mistakes, One call all it Takes, like I'm Linked in Cartel Clean up crew Makes, 'em disappear mind boggle'n how I Tetris all these pieces to fit in a crate, That's a Long VaCay,
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Yeah, Who Is I¿? S.T.D., 'N What comes with NO MERCY IS NO PITY, Shaw-Keem The Dream Is Who I Be, THIS MY CITY, A.K.A Rooster or Shaq, My GradDaddy raised me, A BOSS 'N PIMP saved up Dollars morph into Stack, FOUNDATION Strong years after earning his FreeDom Like So Many Other from being a Slave, Fight for the Home of the Free, 'N the Land of the Brave, Like Walking Dead Back from the Grave, later He Gave, One of my middlenames after his Brother THATS JACK, A Braker Keeps, make'n bread Always low-key when I Move An Image I Keeps, When I'm wash'n these dirty dishes Build'n up, Feel'n 'em up, clean rack after Rack, A Quapoule NOTS take you out Freak accident a Gas leak or a lit Cigarette, everybody sleeps, From the beginning to the middle of a Fire, I'm an Arsenist I Love Flame, Ion Know there's just something poetic about it, you don't feel the same, that's a shame, I see through your front, act tough Like you work for the Mob But I doubt it, you have not what it takes, ear's to the ground when i move No ROOM For Mistakes, One call all it Takes, like I'm Linked in Cartel Clean up crew Makes, 'em disappear mind boggle'n how I Tetris all these pieces to fit in a crate, That's a Long VaCay,