(Chorus)

Who the fuck is you, tryna tell me I ain't shit

And still you waiting for my next hit

So you can start hating tell me how it's writ

Throw the beef and your ass in a lions pit

Coz I get bit, but yo ass get eaten

The kid sent a message but you didn't receive it

The kid can spit and now you see him

I said that kids name gree and you better believe it

(Verse 1)

It was like 2 in the morning

Mama stopped calling

No shots, get the PainStop, pour it all in

Colours on blast from the codeine, patrolling

Fell right on my ass, got possessed by the omen

I could name a million people that I’m loaning

Yes money do grow on trees, I ain’t joking

Papers that you folding, rolling, Os blowing

Now is our moment, hoping that time’s frozen

Oh, only my homie can be a worthy opponent

Home Baked, ninja shit, 47 ronin

Mic like a blade, cut precise like my fade

Only time when I’m alive is from the night till the day

I ain’t lying when I say it, never front I’m in the backseat

New nikes, now I got fast feet like an athlete

This real life, didn’t want to have beef with a has-been

Yeah I still write, Y’all get sat on like some asscheeks

(Chorus)

Who the fuck is you, tryna tell me I ain't shit

And still you waiting for my next hit

So you can start hating tell me how it's writ

Throw the beef and your ass in a lions pit

Coz I get bit, but yo ass get eaten

The kid sent a message but you didn't receive it

The kid can spit and now you see him

I said that kids name gree and you better believe it

(Verse 2)

There you are standing with your hands out

Asking for a hand out

I been writing so much like letters to your pen pal

Will never get sick of this I'm laughing who the man now

Looking all ridiculous like Dancing with your pants down

When u fire shots, till you find out that I'm hot

Now you tryna ride my cock

Ain't no pride don't tie no knots

It's the yellow boy, flow bounce like a ball of lacky bands

Blazed out, mellow eyes small like I'm Jackie Chan

Happy that you finally met Gree at last

Didn't know I’d potential to Jet Li your ass

Keep it running from the start to stop

My spinning makes the party pop

Good greens got me knocked out, call that shit karate chop

(Chorus)

Who the fuck is you, tryna tell me I ain't shit

And still you waiting for my next hit

So you can start hating tell me how it's writ

Throw the beef and your ass in a lions pit

Coz I get bit, but yo ass get eaten

The kid sent a message but you didn't receive it

The kid can spit and now you see him

I said that kids name gree and you better believe it