Oh who me?

Ha… my name junMaf*ckn



Verse 1



Pretty certain

I’m looking like a silly person

do this at my leisure

like its really working

money dwindling

you be switching lanes

without signaling

and i ain’t got the kinda time

for mingling

feeling like there last jazz player

still trying to figure out

why you mad hater?

thats a sad state of affairs

and we aging in years

took stock early

glad i traded my shares

doo wopping

while ya new boo crew hopping

whippersnapper

you should

let me take you shoe shopping

if you lucky

might ca even get this money

think you ca turn 10 to 20

in a hurry?

general generator

genuine draft

in a pissy elevator

i developed my craft

dipped through housing all year

when the crowd is all there

but its weird

seeing kids

with the thousand yard stare

somebody lied to me

or i need a lobotomy

all that concentrated poverty

nobody hit the lottery?

back in the day

my favorite game was Monopoly

now my best bet’s a shopping spree

at The Dollar Tree?

cold out here hope you got yo heat

cats quick to get salty its not so sweet

like a porcupine spine

you cannot hold me

been in the street too long

know where the pot holes be



Nah mean that was just a little taste

but you don’t feel me though

oh word?



Verse 2



Battle whoever

we not compatible fella

irritated by your existence

like grammatical errors

in my most passionate letters

dipped in old pics

immaculate leathers

but we was amateurs

at handing pressure

live with resent

get when given respect

and repent when i meant

a threat that i regret

and yet i’m very satisfied

if i had to actualize

battle cries

make that saddle crackle

till the cattle dies

lotta cheeba

let it burn like gonorrhea

long its the sound

of that loud onomatopoeia

give a fever to a nonbeliever

and grab the mic

with the same calm demeanor

used to palm the heater

men of glory in my territory

from 40 to Baisley

so many storied

shorties came before me

my game was corny

ladies they’d ignore me

till one day thinking

if i could make em horny

maybe then they’d adore me

started early

i was Charlie Murphy

Bob was Eddie

my brother said

i was very spoiled

my Tom was Petty

i was born with a big body

my arms been heavy

always admired the calm and deadly

when they wanted plenty

and got it rocking

till shit is popping

with different options

and we glowing like Jesse Owens

with Hitler watching

my committee

made the inner city pretty

running with kids

who bumped Biggie

when he was skinny