​who?

[Part I]

[Intro]
Who?, Who?
Who?, Who?
Who?, Who?
Who?, Who?

[Chorus]
Who? Who?
What you want from me? (who, who)
Bust it down for me (who, who)
Tell me what you want from me (who, who)
What you, what you-
What you want from me? (who, who)
Bust it down for me (who, who)
Tell me what you want from me (who, who)

[Verse 1]
Came from the jungle with hella lions
Hunted by killers with hella knives
Amputated and then villainized
But the same niggas, now we traumatized
Got my chopper singing like canary’s do
Got cadavers laying on the avenue
I became a man at the age of two
When my daddy died, saw my mother cry
Every home is a victim of homicide
Fuck a role model, had to improvise
I was ill-intent and then ill-advised
By the grown niggas that I analyzed
Idolized by the souls on the internet
Fuck I pray for their innocence
Hold the mac like a clarinet
And I pass it to Mavo
And he aim at your cranium

[Chorus]
Who? Who?
What you want from me? (who, who)
Bust it down for me (who, who)
Tell me what you want from me (who, who)
What you, what you-
What you want from me? (who, who)
Bust it down for me (who, who)
Tell me what you want from me (who, who)
What you, what you-
What you want from me? (who, who)
Bust it down for me (who, who)
Tell me what you want from me (who, who)
What you, what you-
What you want from me? (who, who)
Bust it down for me (who, who)
Tell me what you want from me (who, who)

[Interlude]
Cut that bitch off!
Next Call! (Go!)

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
Tell me now what do you really want?
My Love? Pain? A million?
Want the diamond dancing like cotillion
Or a Benz-Ride with the titties out?
I’ve been geeking freaking nigga, hear me out!
I’ve been losing sleep, I’ve been traumatized
Under mattresses is the copper mac
With a couple hunnids know i keep a stash
What I really want is my innocence
Think I lost that shit back in second grade
I was only eight tryna make a way
I see villains out
With the hand grenades and the laser blades
And they vandalize all the corner blocks
Mommas crying out
In the jungle the young getting scrutinized
They got pale faces and a suit n’ tie
And it’s tailor made
And they fresh to death
Check the tempo, my heartbeat is infinite
Watched our lil' brothers get militant
Tell me now: what do you really want?
Is it joy? The laughter? Your medicine?
Lace your daughter and Queen in Botega Ven
Buy the block, open bodegas man
You want pussy and liquor? I got it man
I’m a heathen breathing, I don’t give a damn
You want buzz, love on the internet
But you’re sensitive
Wifing bitches and drop em by weekend end
I’m a Nina keeper
I’m a sinner man
I’m a Veteran
I’m the nigga shooting at the reaper man
Fuck the repercussions
Give the reaper 'cussions
Took the con and quered
Con and quered

[Outro]
Tell me now: What do you really want? (Who?)
Tell me now: What do you really want? (Who?)
Tell me now: What do you really want? (Who?)
Tell me now: What do you really want? (Who?)