Uh!

Y'all thought I was finished

(G10)

Guess who's back?

(I wanna scream at the top of my lungs!)

2Pac's still alive and don't even fucking at me

Y'all must think I died, but I'm poppin' just like acne

Take you for a ride, and I'll cap you in an alley

And life's kinda funny

Right when you don't give a fuck is when you rake in all the money

Y'all talkin' on Ye and you forget to get your haircut

Steve and I, we in the booth, and we just whipin' bangers up

LP number 4 and I started it with an uppercut

Two shots of Henney

Fuck him up in the face, man. He wasn't even ready

I idolize a lot of guys who hold up to their legacy

I find its just a trying time so I hop out to Bethany

And who am I to tell a lie about them and what they meant to be

But can I live?

I put my all into this shit, how much more can I give

Bass in your face makes me wonder if you heard me

I put you in a stretcher, in a motherfuckin' gurney

Done with all you fake hoes, I gotta get running

I want dead presidents

Watchin' over me, and protecting my residence

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Is it me? Is it me?

Is it me? Is it me?

(I wanna scream at the top of my lungs!)

Do you think I give a fuck 'bout who you want me to be?

Put it on my name, and I'm wonderin' are we eatin' tho?

Bitch, you sweet as hell, you pro'lly fill your cup with sweet and low

And damn, I knock em down, run the train on em, dominos

Don't tell me how to do it

Fuckin' with the ice, who am I to say I knew it

Every day the hustle has me bustlin' to finish up

Slide into DM's with her, you tryna' bust a fuckin' nut

Meanwhile im with my girl and she always give me what you want

Over easy like an egg

Man your up here, can you take it down a peg?

College park changed the moment I entered the game

G10's the name, but I bet you love me just the same

Guess that shit is over, bitch, what a fucking shame

But can I live?

You been killin' me forever, how much can I give?

Fuck all of that petty shit your tryna' get me into

If I ever came at you, you'd end up in a fuckin' institute

I hope you know I'm just bein real with you, but bruh!

And I lost my wallet!

The shots are too close, but I'm still here to call it!

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Is it me? Is it me?

Is it me? Is it me?

(I wanna scream at the top of my lungs!)

Do you think I give a fuck 'bout who you want me to be?

Third verse is always where they catch me slippin' up

Gotta keep it together and gotta keep it real with ya

Time and time again and somehow y'all pissed off

But can I live?

I'm givin' it my all, how much more can I give?

Two doors to choose from and I stayed in the room

All y'all is too dumb so I skipped the interlude

Take naps on the drum while y'all be gettin' in the mood

A dime in my pocket

Two years later, and I'm laughin' at the nonsense

And now everybody loves me like Raymond

But forgot I got here by avoidin' games with 'em

A few a day keep them all away. I need to hit 'em

Do y'all really think I'm Raymond?

Damn! Now I know y'all are not playin'

Two-faced bitches always askin' what my name is

Damn I wish I had this shit when I was fuckin' aiming

But fuck it. Gotta' get this shit fading

Two lines and a hook

Y'all write reviews, while I write the book

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Who y'all talkin' 'bout?

Is it me? Is it me?

Is it me? Is it me?

(I wanna scream at the top of my lungs!)

Do you think I give a fuck 'bout who you want me to be?

I think we're almost there

Almost where?

Here! This is where he crafted it

But who cares?

Well, legend has it is G10 knew something

That he never told anyone

And the only way he could explain it

Was in his music

What do you mean?

Here, listen. You'll understand