N8te - Change My Name to Who

Who you know can rap like this I’m the coldest
If rapping my brother then I’d be the oldest
You back of the cupboard you old and you molded
Hold it
Like dirty clothes never folding
Chosen ever since birth
I been the shit
I came out my momma colon
Colon
Constipation she was holdin
Drive the beat like it’s stolen
Awe it might be kinda stolen
I hope buddy never sold it
But my story still get told it’s
Crazy how the story goes with
Ladies how i do em bogus
Flower bomb call her lotus
Asking questions that be loaded
Changing subjects playing roles with
Hoes
She notice
Please Tell me who my opponent
Point em out who my opponent ponent
Who really rapping like me
Bitch I’m the best
knew it since back in white T’s
No need for clapping my heat
I’m feeling blessed
Shouts to the pastor my g
Game on the line bet I’m cashing my three
Like I’m AI in ‘05 at the heat
Blowing up like I’m Wile E
Chasing a check
Get lost in the dust while i meep
Sleeping on me got the itis
This shit on lock
Like i got arthritis when i write it
I’m clenching my fist
You could get clocked
My niggas pop out like a jack in the box
Attracting the Guap
Then they get back to the box
Plant a seed then they dip out of her spot
But she got control they beating the odds
I laugh in my head
Stop goofing it’s back to the bread
Graveyard shifts like I’m back from the dead
A zombie
Just to get fresher than laundry
Turn up the pressure a gem is upon me
Getting all my happy days like the Fonzie
All you really say is Aye like the Fonzie
Treating the beat like a commie Nazi
This is a Hommie
Who really rapping
Who really rapping
Fuck the world i eat her fruit with a passion
Spyro Jr spitting fire like dragons
Thanos Jr because who really snappin
Don’t need a reason to go nuts
Go crazy for money we donuts
I stay with my brothers like Jonas
I’m a tickin time bomb getting blown up
With some loose screws
You little ballin like couscous
You should panic cuz they let the juice loose
Shorties always tryna get they juice loose
Say they like me
While my brothers pack clips like they spike lee
And her brothers they all wanna fight me
Cuz she wanna suck dick to the white meat
But she call me and it’s a scam likely
But i can’t een do it
I’m tryna get to it
Talk money more fluent
It’s fluid
Then i hear a knock
She bang on the door like she tryna get through it
But I’m making music
The rapping Confucius
You niggas can quote me
I’m In green like Luigi and Loki
Black out in the booth
Disappear it’s so Smokey
You can smell it in my 4C
Me and my niggas stay Stacking up just like a hoagie
I be in tune with my roots like a yogi
Whoa g
Don’t think you know me
I dust off the spot where I’m putting my trophy
This Shit it run through my veins
And these niggas chicken like raising canes
But my niggas with it they blazin strain
They say they like bitches the blasian strain
But they gotta be black
I second that

Written by:
Nathaniel Gasaway

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