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abstract - who he be? lyrics

[chorus]
they be like, “who he be?”
“where he from?”
don’t matter, he turnin’ up
young and doin’ what he want
till the day he number one
it’s on (on), on (on), on
going, goin’ till i’m gone (gone), gone (gone), gone
(hold up)
they be like, “who he be?”
“where he from?”
don’t matter, he turnin’ up
young and doin’ what he want
till the day he number one
it’s on (on), on (on), on
going, goin’ till i’m gone (gone), gone (gone), gone
(hold up)

[verse 1]
who be that? droppin’ in like that
ball like shaq and the whip gone black
dress so hard, but this sh-t’s all facts
backup run like a system crashed
back on though, back in the game like d. rose
negative bros with negative hoes
like negative tones, we don’t need those
go, go, get it
d-mn, look at who started flexin’
off a boy a second guessin’ he be shinin’ in the present
kid, i get it
that you ain’t do it like i do
that they only feelin’ jealous they ain’t movin’ with the crew
’cause i come in this, spit this, all that i do
rappers switchin’ my writtens is more than a few
we don’t know what you doin’, we out makin’ moves
only winners is in here, ain’t lookin’ to lose
want real rap and i got that
electro-acoustic abstract
got business moves to oversee
got the fanbase poppin’ overseas
you know, let’s go
tell everybody you know
that you the king, and that sh-t right here
you own your lane, there ain’t sh-t to fear
hopin’, rappin’
grindin’, all p-ssin’ cl-sses
the only way to become is to know you’re above average
(go, go, go, go, go, go)

[verse 2]
vip room, hit the lounge
hit the stage and it’s goin’ down
smokin’ loud, got about a pound
you down-and-out but we down an ounce
yeah, yeah, floatin’ out this world, son, you can quote it
rowin’ out the venue, at the same time rollin’ one up
yeah, i’m ’bout that real rap, but it’s time for that turnup
oh, you thought we were buzzin’, son, you only seen the warm-up
cruisin’ in my lane, all these lames i’m ’bout to burn up
oh, you ain’t heard about the kid? son, you better learn up
out that 307, but he heard worldwide, ho
thought i’d slow it down for those who too high, yo
but i’m ’bout that rapid fire, son, how could i lie though?
’cause i be spittin’ fire, rappers feelin’ suicidal
i always been different, no questionin’ that
leather jackets and nike’s, “sixteen” on my hat
all for the future, enough of the past
tryna come with a plan where my music will last
and tryna be lost in the fabric of time
tryna take what i get and then go make it mine
so you can keep hatin’ and waitin’ on yours
i’ma go get it and stay on my grind
(go, go, go, go, go, go)

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