Who?

[Chorus]
Who do you think you are? (Yeah yeah)

[Interlude]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah-hey
Ah-ah, ah

[Verse 1: Maxo]
Seeing they schemes, watch what I know deplete (Uh, uh)
Find meaning in things, lost grasp of myself, held on for me
Knowing defeat ain’t foreign, it’s lessons in these scriptures
If you told me to read, listen
I benefitted when I seen lines between game and wisdom
Same nigga, jottin’ down thoughts in my folks kitchen
Knowin’ we gon' hit, been shown that God’s gift
Really gracin’ the way I walk, so my word is I’m gon’ live (Aha)
Seen the snakes sittin’ in the grass, on purpose
Posted with a smile on they face, on purpose
My eyes seen denial in they face (Uh)
When the devil in the way, spread your wings, then fly

[Verse 2: Topaz Jones]
Uh, in my will It should read “Just leave it there in the dirt”
What's a Mill to a Meek? Watch me inherit the Earth
The Dream is a nightmare, we built America’s worth
I need a Bimmer in between the baby carriage and hearse
I wrestled demons and my doubts, watched them crawl right back
I made the Roc raise a brow, guess I’m Raw like that (Ah, ah)
They sent over a contract to own all my tracks
I twisted an L wit it, then lit a fire, to hell wit it
Insult to my intelligence, charts about my relevance
Talkin’ to my relatives, know my problems is relative
Know once I’m in my element, it’s no more Mr. Eloquent
I’m addressing the elephants, too much pride for the prejudice
I’m just flesh on a skeleton that was blessed with some melanin
Who am I to be special and viewed as some kind of specimen?
(Ah, ah) Ladies and gentlemen, expats and residents
Crack pushers and presidents, Black beauty and excellence

[Chorus]
Who do you think you are?

[Verse 3: Phonte]
Yo, I was hours deep within a dream
Playing some records with my lyrics on the inner sleeve
Until I got shouted out (wake up!), life in a crowded house
Just tryna find some living room in a den of thieves
But now I stand a made man with no tacky maneuvers
Come out the crib to get a bag then it’s back to the movement
I get caught up in the act of pursuing my own dreams
I don’t care about what the fuck these crackers is doin’
A child born into a permanent underclass
Full of misquotes and dish soaps for bubble baths
Black vigilance, Black businesses understaffed
And the odds never add up, ‘cause you have done the math
I’m living proof of making something outta something bad
So when my children grow, they ain’t gotta run as fast
Some friendly words from a debated underrated rapper
Tigallo, reminding you your favorite rapper’s fuckin' trash

[Bridge: Topaz Jones & Phonte]
All that floodin’ the ice, turn off the faucet
(That's who I am right?)
All that smoke in the pipe, got you exhausted (Yeah)
All that salt in the wound, until it washes (Yeah)
All that callin’ the goons, don’t wanna forfeit
(Who do you think you are?)
All that floodin’ the ice, turn off the faucet
All that smoke in the pipe, got you exhausted
All that salt in the wound, until it washes
All that callin’ the goons, don’t wanna forfeit

[Outro]
You're not being your real self in those situations
And that, that breeds resentment and bitterness
And now you're taking shit out on people who haven't done anything to you (Mm)
You know, because of how you feel about yourself
(Who do you think you are?)