Who?

Who do you think you are?

Seeing they schemes watch what I know deplete
Finding 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
Wen I seen lines between game and wisdom
Same nigga, jottin' down thoughts in my folk's kitchen
Knowin' we gone hit been shown that God's gift
Really gracin' the way I walk, so my words is I'm gon' live
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
When the devil in the way spread wings then fly (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 Hearst
I wrestled demons and my doubts
Watched them crawl right back
I made the Roc raise a brow, guess I'm raw like that
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?
Ladies and gentlemen, expats, and residents
Crack pushers and presidents
Black beauty and excellence

Who do you think you are? (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 debated underrated rapper
Tigallo, reminding your your favorite rapper's fucking trash

All that floodin' the ice, turn off the faucet (that's who I man)
All that smoke in the pipe, got you exhausted (yeah)
All that salt in the wound, until it washes
All that callin' the goons, don't wanna forfeit

All that floodin' the ice, turn off the faucet (who do you)
All that smoke in the pipe, got you exhausted (think you are?)
All that salt in the wound, until it washes
All that callin' the goons, don't wanna forfeit

And then you write songs about our situations
And that-that-that breeds resentment and bitterness
And now you're taking shit out on people
Who haven't done anything to you (mmh), you know?
Because of how you feel about yourself

Who do you think you are?