Issue No 147 Who Is He Lyrics
Who Is He? by Issue No. 147
I always wanted to know how it feels to be a star
You ever thought of that? You ever wanted to be
That nigga who blast, smoking out as an outcast
Kids laugh when they pass you up but now they gas you up
When they see you in the studio
Niggas who break Os down, middle of a gerio
Watch my nose go over instrumental
Say I love heart but I swear this shit simple
Girls used to wanna pinch me on my dimple
Now they seeing news with hands over they nipples
Oups, nigga nasty, hey, don't ask me
'Cause lately this nigga clever asked the Great Gatsby
And they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?
Well, nigga, let me tell you
I'm Dewayne Jackson where this crew was created
Let the south shit, dreams flying by Vegas
Going around the world, pour, diving off stages
As for now, I'm stuck in my room being creative
Stab a nigga's mind like a double filled Jason
Or Freddy, this slit nigga scary
On the mic he rock and talk to women like Tom Petty
You ain't ready
At least you thought you was but now you know I'm who you thought I was
You liar, liar like Jim Carrey
So I'm to this, too, with a flow vary chasing greatness
Tryna be the first young nigga to make it
And they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?
It's like I try to hide the pain and shit
But that don't even seem to help
And now I'm stuck in the same place where I started
I'm asking for help, I couldn't do it myself
Let's build something, get this off the shelf
'Cause that's when people start to care, right?
But love key, the way I'mma try my hardest
From the garden, have to eat, they won't keep us starving, shit
Hell no, I can't take this no more
I swear niggas cold in my city
So caught with disorder and snow
But the mind half drugged, will they ever know
That this world will tear you down before you blow?
These niggas better get you right
These niggas better get you right
And show you how to live that life
A lot of learning when you fresh out the high
Gonna fly, can see the passion in my eyes, can't you?
I said you can see the passion in my eyes
You can see the passion in my eyes
I said you can see the passion in my eyes
You can see the passion in my eyes
I said
And they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?
You ever thought of that? You ever wanted to be
That nigga who blast, smoking out as an outcast
Kids laugh when they pass you up but now they gas you up
When they see you in the studio
Niggas who break Os down, middle of a gerio
Watch my nose go over instrumental
Say I love heart but I swear this shit simple
Girls used to wanna pinch me on my dimple
Now they seeing news with hands over they nipples
Oups, nigga nasty, hey, don't ask me
'Cause lately this nigga clever asked the Great Gatsby
And they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?
Well, nigga, let me tell you
I'm Dewayne Jackson where this crew was created
Let the south shit, dreams flying by Vegas
Going around the world, pour, diving off stages
As for now, I'm stuck in my room being creative
Stab a nigga's mind like a double filled Jason
Or Freddy, this slit nigga scary
On the mic he rock and talk to women like Tom Petty
You ain't ready
At least you thought you was but now you know I'm who you thought I was
You liar, liar like Jim Carrey
So I'm to this, too, with a flow vary chasing greatness
Tryna be the first young nigga to make it
And they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?
It's like I try to hide the pain and shit
But that don't even seem to help
And now I'm stuck in the same place where I started
I'm asking for help, I couldn't do it myself
Let's build something, get this off the shelf
'Cause that's when people start to care, right?
But love key, the way I'mma try my hardest
From the garden, have to eat, they won't keep us starving, shit
Hell no, I can't take this no more
I swear niggas cold in my city
So caught with disorder and snow
But the mind half drugged, will they ever know
That this world will tear you down before you blow?
These niggas better get you right
These niggas better get you right
And show you how to live that life
A lot of learning when you fresh out the high
Gonna fly, can see the passion in my eyes, can't you?
I said you can see the passion in my eyes
You can see the passion in my eyes
I said you can see the passion in my eyes
You can see the passion in my eyes
I said
And they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
My nigga, and they be like, 'Who is he?'
Who is he? Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?