Who is…You? (Who_is_You diss) [f...
• Written by Kalligraphy • Featuring ARYEH and
(ARYEH)
You ain’t built to wait, always quit your own projects
Barely got a check, still sending nothing out the back (weak)
Watch me climb the ranks while you beg for a stack
You fake love for your people, then turn and do 'em bad (yo)
Skim a little off the top, that’s all you ever doing
Copy my whole plan, now you say you’re influencing
Try playing leader? Stick to following the blueprint
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah, quiet down)
She said she need something real, but you barely weekend-worthy
Told her you love her, now she looking at you dirty
She asking if you cheat, truth hurting
She just wanna know if you real, not nervous
Yeah yeah
Too bad she already know you not serious
You don’t do crack? Cool, you still act cracked
Trying to light up under that cheap wave cap
Flexing a fake ride, slow drive, no Jag
Pull up on me, get passed, zoom zoom, facts
What you did? Man, that's too sad
You had a queen, fumbled it, true that
You had both worlds, but you blew that
Now you online crying “who that?”
Got a girl now? She doing bad
Taking new losses, trying to dance for the ‘Gram
Say she want a champ with some ink on his hand
Then saw you, said “Nah, he don’t do that”
Thought y’all was close? Nah, that’s cap
You gave weak talk, now she want it back
And you hoping maybe she gon’ run it back
But that ship sailed, ain't no coming back
Yo, everybody know you fake that villain image
Wanna be Shady? You more like Krillin gimmick
Claiming you make millions? Nah, you barely living
Every time you drop a track, crowd barely filling in
Ooh, filling in?
Yeah, that's me stepping in
You just filler lines
While I’m the pen drilling in
Uh huh, this the next coming of KA, rest in peace
It’s K to the A to the -lligraphy
(KALLIGRAPHY)
Ring the doorbell, there’s another delivery
You coming in, another son to me
You take 5 months off the RapPad
It’s so sad you come and you don’t last
You comeback thinking you can diss us all
Wrote a terrible diss disguised as a song
From the Sky where I’m from, you ain’t last long
That’s the metrics that separates me and you
A fool from the emperor looking over you
You ain’t nothing helpful, you a bar stool
People sit on you and then leave you for dead
After they fled, you hope another bangs your head
It’s the great K, the A dissing you a million times
1st round knockouts, that’s how I dine
And cook you, this Walter White cooking white
Mexican saying racial slurs all the time?
That’s a bold move, you a racist little guy
Please refrain from that or I’ll dissolve you in cyanide
