Who R U?

They want my bidness

On the front page (Headlines)

I put prescription

In Dior frames (Sunshine)

I had the vision

Back in 12th grade (Lunchtime)

That I'd be killing shit

With Doc Dre (Nigga, what?)

I never want it

To ever be over (Over)

I'm out in Philly,

I thought it'd be colder (Colder)

Drunk off the liqui,

I might need a chauffeur (Chauffeur)

Check out my jiggy,

Check out my, uh

Now, who are you?

(Man, who the fuck is this?)

I don't know, no

What you do? (Hmm, what?)

I don't know, no

You short a few?

(Oh, don't make me have to lose it)

Oh no, no, hold up

Pull my sticky out the jar, come on

Ooh savage, that's a nice get-up

International, rocking Japanese denim

Enough gas to get you above average

How many more drags

Do I have to puff from my cigar?

New enemies,

They bringing my old ways back

Back in my day,

Woulda had your whole face smacked

Look at you niggas,

Wonder why I fucking hate rap

Ooh, what make you wanna go

And say that? (You)

And I'm on another wave,

And I'm puttin' on suede

Niggas feeling overpaid,

Fuck I'm 'posed to do? (Do)

Don't nobody know your name,

We ain't ever seen ya face

You ain't ever gang-bang,

What you tryna prove?

I never want it to ever be over (Over)

I'm out in Philly,

I thought it'd be colder (Colder)

Drunk off the liqui,

I might need a chauffeur (Chauffeur)

Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh

Now, who are you? (Ooh, nigga)

I don't know, no

What you do? (Ooh, nigga)

I don't know, no

You short a few? (Ooh, nigga)

Oh no, no, hold up

Pull my sticky out the jar, come on

I've been swimming through the process

And you can't see me, I'm the Loch Ness

You could proceed, but with caution

Give the proceeds to my god-kids

Old dirt on my conscience

Same nigga my pop is

Lame niggas wanna pop shit

Get dropped quick by a drop kick

Why you gotta lie to me so much, babe?

You tell me the same shit

That you told what's-his-name

If it don't work out, I'll go back to hustling

Couple hundred-thousand up

In my mother's name, peace

World peace, niggas talk about "Don't shoot"

Tell that to police, mmm

Scared, ain't none of them prepared, I could see

Promise I'ma get them commas before I decease

I never want it to ever be over (Over)

I'm out in Philly,

I thought it'd be colder (Colder)

Drunk off the liqui,

I might need a chauffeur (Chauffeur)

Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh

Now, who are you?

(Man, who the fuck is this?)

I don't know, no

What you do? (Ooh, nigga)

I don't know, no

You short a few? (Ooh, nigga)

Oh no, no, hold up

Pull my sticky out the jar, come on

Now, who are you? (Whoa, nigga)

I don't know, no

What you do? (Whoa, nigga)

I don't know, no

You short a few? (Whoa, nigga)

Oh no, no

Hey, AP, let it ride out