Who?

[Chorus] Who do you think you are? (Yeah yeah) [Interlude] Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah-hey Ah-ah, ah [Verse 1: Maxo] Seeing they schemes, watch what I know deplete (Uh, uh) Find meaning in things, lost grasp of myself, held on for me Knowing defeat ain’t foreign, it’s lessons in these scriptures If you told me to read, listen I benefitted when I seen lines between game and wisdom Same nigga, jottin’ down thoughts in my folks kitchen Knowin’ we gon' hit, been shown that God’s gift Really gracin’ the way I walk, so my word is I’m gon’ live (Aha) Seen the snakes sittin’ in the grass, on purpose Posted with a smile on they face, on purpose My eyes seen denial in they face (Uh) When the devil in the way, spread your wings, then fly [Verse 2: Topaz Jones] Uh, in my will It should read “Just leave it there in the dirt” What's a Mill to a Meek? Watch me inherit the Earth The Dream is a nightmare, we built America’s worth I need a Bimmer in between the baby carriage and hearse I wrestled demons and my doubts, watched them crawl right back I made the Roc raise a brow, guess I’m Raw like that (Ah, ah) They sent over a contract to own all my tracks I twisted an L wit it, then lit a fire, to hell wit it Insult to my intelligence, charts about my relevance Talkin’ to my relatives, know my problems is relative Know once I’m in my element, it’s no more Mr. Eloquent I’m addressing the elephants, too much pride for the prejudice I’m just flesh on a skeleton that was blessed with some melanin Who am I to be special and viewed as some kind of specimen? (Ah, ah) Ladies and gentlemen, expats and residents Crack pushers and presidents, Black beauty and excellence [Chorus] Who do you think you are? [Verse 3: Phonte] Yo, I was hours deep within a dream Playing some records with my lyrics on the inner sleeve Until I got shouted out (wake up!), life in a crowded house Just tryna find some living room in a den of thieves But now I stand a made man with no tacky maneuvers Come out the crib to get a bag then it’s back to the movement I get caught up in the act of pursuing my own dreams I don’t care about what the fuck these crackers is doin’ A child born into a permanent underclass Full of misquotes and dish soaps for bubble baths Black vigilance, Black businesses understaffed And the odds never add up, ‘cause you have done the math I’m living proof of making something outta something bad So when my children grow, they ain’t gotta run as fast Some friendly words from a debated underrated rapper Tigallo, reminding you your favorite rapper’s fuckin' trash [Bridge: Topaz Jones & Phonte] All that floodin’ the ice, turn off the faucet (That's who I am right?) All that smoke in the pipe, got you exhausted (Yeah) All that salt in the wound, until it washes (Yeah) All that callin’ the goons, don’t wanna forfeit (Who do you think you are?) All that floodin’ the ice, turn off the faucet All that smoke in the pipe, got you exhausted All that salt in the wound, until it washes All that callin’ the goons, don’t wanna forfeit [Outro] You're not being your real self in those situations And that, that breeds resentment and bitterness And now you're taking shit out on people who haven't done anything to you (Mm) You know, because of how you feel about yourself (Who do you think you are?)