More songs by J. Cole
Description
Vocalist, Producer: J. Cole
Producer: Vinylz
Producer: T-Minus
Producer: Steve Bilodeau
Producer: FNZ
Producer: Coleman
Recording Engineer: Kuldeep Chudasama
Composer Lyricist, Recording Engineer: Jermaine Cole
Additional Engineer: Justin Klatzko
Mixing Engineer: Juro "Mez" Davis
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Composer Lyricist: Tyler Williams
Composer Lyricist: Anderson Hernandez
Composer Lyricist: Johnny Bristol
Composer Lyricist: Harvey Fuqua
Composer Lyricist: Beatrice Verdi
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ring, ring, who the fuck is that?
This a 910 number, so you know a nigga zapped (ha)
Okay, o-o-okay
O, hm, okay, o-o-okay, o
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?) (Okay)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?) (O-o-okay)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?) (Who)
Out the way (okay), it's a real nigga comin' through (who, o-)
Out the way (okay), it's a real nigga comin' through
What it is, ho? What it is, ho?
What it is, ho? What it is, ho?
What it is, ho? What it is, ho?
What it is, ho? What it is, ho?
Come view the style of the unibrowed Unabomber
Who maneuvered through the drama with a suit of armor
Movin' calmer than the Buddha, duckin' funeral parlors
First the hootin', hollerin', and then the shootin' start up
Queue the saga, the root of all the
Evil ain't the paper with the eagle, but what people would do for dollars
Let off a troop of hollows from German Rugers, they used to do the honors
Congruent with shit that I do to rhymers
On Deuteronomy, ain't shit niggas can do but honor me
What I'm quotin' is God's scope and come view the pottery
I blaze by graveyards and destitute economies
Full of thug bones for refusin' to move in harmony
Drug traffickin', slugs blastin', we move accordingly
And run faster than blood travels through human arteries
We know exactly what it means when niggas show .9s, .22s, .4-5s
We're studyin' numerology, nigga
What it is, ho? What it is, ho?
What it is, ho? What it is, ho?
What it is, ho? What it is, ho?
What it is, ho? What it is, ho? (Bitch)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin' through (fuck out my face)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin' through (fuck out my face) (what it is, ho?)
Who the fuck is you? (What it is, ho?)
Who the fuck is you? (What it is, ho?)
Who the fuck is you? (What it is, ho?)
Who the fuck is you? (What it is, ho?)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin' through (fuck out my face)
Out the way, it's a real nigga
Every bar is a part of the murder wrath
Call PETA, them people choppin' a bird in half
Breakin' further down to whatever's gon' earn the math
Exchange pounds for dollars and never converted cash
Welcome to the South where they servin' the dirt and grass
The streets ain't safe, I prefer the deserted path
Was walkin' with my Walkman one day when I heard a blast
Loud enough to shatter the Earth into thirds, I gasped (ah!)
Hauled ass and my legs got to turnin' fast
Straight past the victim, he hobblin', hurtin' bad
Heard way back he slick, tried to take half a brick
They say, "Payback's a bitch," and I guess he incurred a tab
While they was masterin' scales like they learnin' jazz
I was makin' sure they refer to my first and last
Name, Jermaine Cole, with Hall of Fame flows
From Cain Road with Cain soul on the dang low
Do anything for bankroll that you can't fold
But ridin' through the block is detectives in plain clothes
Which likely means soon you'll be singin' familiar tunes
In interrogation rooms gettin' questioned by Zane Lowe
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the f-, who the f-, who the f-
Who the fuck?
Yeah, you know who put the city on (they know it)
Came back through, wrote gold, they PETA show, I'm really on (I show it, nigga)
Get rich or die tryin', I had 50 on (cha-ching)
Bitches ringin' in my phone, "Like, "Is you really home?" (Hello?) (Brr, brr)
I stay out the way since I done seen a million (a milli')
Five percent tints and plus I got this hoodie on
I had to humble up, stop movin' with that jewellery on (no flex)
You hear that baritone tone, this shit get deep as Giveon
I'm a sidewalk, nigga, I'ma stay there
I leave the streets for the ones that wanna play there
I done leveled up, so shawty want a date, yeah
Left my kids in her mouth like a daycare
I'm the Carolina nominal Shakespeare
All that cap you let them niggas rap is over with
The real is back, you feel a way, you gotta cope with it
The 'Ville put a nigga six feet like back when COVID hit, okay
These niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit (they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin')
No diamonds on my neck, no Rollie on my wrist (I ain't got no diamonds on, uh-uh)
Two-six, I done lurked a little bit (okay)
I learned the hardest nigga, he can always get hit (damn)
Out the jungle, I done fucked around and got rich (well, damn)
Zero dollars in my pocket, bitch, I'm not a lick (not a what?)
I'd rather that than gotta walk around with sticks
'Cause I learned the hardest nigga, he can always get- (hit)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin' through (fuck out my face)
Out the way, it's a 'Ville nigga comin' through (fuck out my face)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin' through (fuck out my face)
Out the way, it's a 'Ville nigga