Callon B - Who i Am lyrics

[Verse 1: Callon B] It's Mr. never mows his gra** on time, f** around and trash the mic Colder than a bath of ice, f** with me then rap it tight I'm ill as f** so I'm rapping like The Government when they tapping lines So all my flows are rationalized Scheme for all the cash in sight Whoe! Hold up ho k** a beat and this cut throat Feel the heat when I combust foes Y'all soft as grapes and I bust those Lying hoes I don't trust those Take your games to fun zone They're crazy, and if I ever have one I'll make sure that my son knows You can believe that and believe this So wavy it'll make you sea sick Psilocybin on a deep dish and I think I'm starting to see sh** But I'm back at it like a bad habit Toxic, I'm so hazmatic What you would call not bad at it But most of y'all are just bad at it Take my word I'ma play my turn Kicking dirt but can't stain my shirt f** the law I'ma vape my herb Pull up by them, play my verse Everything that I say is absurd I'm everything that you may have heard I always grind my day off is more like another day at work [Chorus: Callon B] You can't tell me who I am y'all If you real this is your jam dog So why you always playing y'all? You gon always be a fan dog so I tell them haha!! 2x [Verse 2: Trubz] Whats good, let me tell you what is cracking I'm in the lab and I'm jacking this rapping Like I was tackling The mic wit my life I'm creating the spectacular, Rapper Ain't nobody ever heard of me I'm Dracula s**ing the blood from every song in which I'm ripping And spitting, rocking linen I'm grinning and fitting to k** the f**ing game like its a victim Gimme a couple minutes I'm fixing to confuse everybody like the Riddler Big boned lickler Big dick tickler Ain't nobody really want to rip this rippler Used to be the one that the haters want to fiddle on Now I'm in the game and my dicks getting nibbled on Nip nip nibbled on Shirp shirp, nibbled on Ain't nobody really give a f** bout what I'm living on I don't really mean to burst yo bubble But if you ain't ever be a fan You about to f**ing be a fan of Trouble I'm a bad boy Walking Mouf always talking on that sh** You ain't really want to get hit in that lip When I spit, I will k** everything that exist Even a b**h don't ever want to get hit wit the wrist I'm just white boy crazy White boy what Yea this white boy spitting like I don't really give a f** In the back by the dump, Wit a pick up truck Wit a pump, co*k back it go plicka plump Running in the dark with a mask on punk I'm the last one to really give a pa** on luck I don't really give a f** when it come to getting pa**ed on clutch I'm the one who's going to pa** on lunch Rip out a couple reps when I'm deaf Because the loud that I'm blowing on it always the best I will rest when I'm dead I don't really give a f** what you said Because you can't tell me who I am, beotch [Chorus: Callon B] 2x [Verse 3: Callon B] Kraft the verse like Mac and Cheese Put verbs on wax with ease Stash the weed, wraps it clean (Inhale) pa** and chef Bad little boy, doesn't give a f** You can tell he's mad in his voice If he had any choice, he'd scream from the top of his lungs just to battle the noise f**ing skitzo Never learned how to miss hoes Banging on the beat with his fist closed Already know how the sh** go A little vacant in my billfold The only motive on my mind is to get doe Grab a cup and I sip slow bet tobacco k** me before I get old You got a man and he rips flows? Better dispose baby tell me is he this cold? Red headed step son on his Shaun White About paper then we'll get along fine Gave a f**? Been a really long time Don't be a dick would you mine getting off mine Off my, meds f**ed up in the head Bet I'm never going to stop I Ran right through a stop sign Higher than a pop fly hotter than a pot pie [Chorus 2: Callon B] 2x Yeah, this who the f** I am y'all Uh, this your f**ing jam dog So, why the f** you playing y'all? Bet, bet you gon be my fan dog X2