Who I Be

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah fuck all the rules unless they're mine Blunts  in the restroom you wait in line Kristen  Stewart in my bed So so future that I'm dead You and me and D & D and PBR and OCD Blue  and yellow purple treats Naked  girls in my cell phone Got Billy Joel as my ringtone ET  go home see me I'm gone Stay down like a syndrome Labyrinth is my kingdom On Craigslist lookin for a Lincoln Doctor  diagnosis me dope And high as fuck is a symptom No I got no ID so I show up with my lease I got no driver's license SUV No Redbox on my street bitch [Chorus] I be who I be Got what you really need I be who I be Don't try to front on me N O V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli NO V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli I be who I be Got what you really need I bee who I bee Don't try to front on me N O V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli N O V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli [Verse 2] Imma stack my broccoli to the roof Flow so cold that it hurts your tooth You know me Putting gues in a ruckus All my team no gas touch us Nova Mona Lisa I'm so art call me Picasso Panic attacks and anxiety Don't mistake me for an asshole Pretty bitch when I try to be But man who got time for that shit I fuck Bill Murray Kill emcees and wipe me up some rat shit Imported corn pops and floral print socks I filled the ninety-four forties if you wanna rock No I ain't got credit so I gotta pay in cash Follow me on Instagram for pictures of my ass, bitch [Chorus] I be who I be Got what you really need I be who I be Don't try to front on me N O V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli NO V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli I be who I be Got what you really need I be who I be Don't try to front on me N O V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli N O V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli [Hot Karl's Verse] H-O-T K-A-R-L That's the way motherfuckers spell A rapper that's about to break it down And party hard like John Manzel Hey Nova let's stay focused Kavan drive I'll pass you smoke this Gas tank empty no one notice What we got here is Mr. Island Dopest Who I be is skills and laughter Whether in lyrics or chapters Cuz I love this god damn rap shit Like Drake loves the Toronto Raptors We the new JA Rule and Ashanti Or maybe I'm Irv Gotti Y'all spit like it's not blurred Tiv is jammin' And then just cut and copy And that's just really sloppy Latin chicks they call me papi Mamis all around me Like I got Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson's body I'm not psychic but I know I predict your future's bad Imma fuck Ciara just to make sure that Future's sad [Chorus] I be who I be Got what you really need I be who I be Don't try to front on me N O V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli NO V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli I be who I be Got what you really need I be who I be Don't try to front on me N O V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli N O V.I.P I'm stacking broccoli