Dom Kennedy - Guess Who It Is lyrics

[Intro] Yeah This the part of the muthaf**ing game right here We start diving in the end zone on y'all n***as Cause we kicking y'all muthaf**ing a** like that n***a, yea Aye what up n***a My n***as moving in the Marina and sh** We f**ing with the white people now n***as is making dates f**ing tennis and sh** nine in the morning The f** I'm talking about And y'all n***as wanna talk about this...maaaan I ain't even f**ing talk about that sh**, n***a We got bigger sh** going on Yeah Uh Lets get into it [Verse] Guess who's bizzack, you steal hand cracking my songs I'll beat your a** with the back of my phone Joe Pesci on the West beat, I'm Keyshawn at SC I ball so much that I might just win an ESPY I'm feeling like the next me, my video is next week I'm so s**er free but theses n***as is trying to next me, ew Gucci and a rack, so why would I battle rap When girls see me out and be like oooou where my camera at n***as in the club I'm like ummm where my hammer at I ain't for the stupid sh**, I just want to handle that Models in the throttle on Porsches with four horses Telling the French waiter like man I need more oysters The things I indulge in y'all dudes ain't exposing Pinocchio a** n***as don't even stick your nose in, oh Mr. Kennedy, titian like Tennessee Not licensed to be fighting like Tyson I'm off this Hennessy Smooth like Emmitt be n***a that wore twenty-three Forty five and nine ones Summer time is mine but It's gon be a slight chill, liking how my life feel Them other dudes don't k** it but the n***a on the mic will South Beach, might chill, Daygo, I may go You ain't even see how we connected like legos You ain't even see I was bout to exit like Mase though Right after the check cleared You might not see me next year, sh** I've been a baller like Ben Baller f** running for it, n***a I've been in office I'm huge in July, I'm big in August I'm ready to die, n***a I'm BIG in all this Rap rebel sh**, you ain't on my level b**h The government is handing out coke so you better peddle it The bar got a couple of cases I'm trying to settle it Gold card go hard My old b**h rock Goyard My new b**h drink Old E Bamboos, gold teeth In five, four seats Spikezz, color feet, please I'm so often, holier than gold crosses n***as know me I'm so Slauson from Leimert park to Boston Bean town to the Bronx I'm senile with the ugh Back in 05 I would freestyle in some dunks But now I ride around with me now in the truck Yelling get out the way my n***a it's me now in the front I'm bout to buy a Porsche put the cheese down in a month Like come out the house ma that's me down in the front I grinds like pepper, with dimes like Hefner Might take you out to eat but the wine is like extra I'm trying like catcher from behind like catchers But things never seem to be aligned like Tetris Yo girl mine like the West is She say I'm so sick and she trying not to catch it But I ride like a Lexus Her body is like oh god and I'm trying not to bless it I'm on fire where the exit Dom is like a whole f**ing choir with a message Some nice attire when I'm stepping My right side nice but I'm flyer on the left one They say Im flyer than the Jetsons Mesh Gucci loafs, n***as admire the selection, Yeah [Outro] Leimert ain't QB but still I'm never shook Dom Kennedy is like little brother with better hooks No castles just better crooks n***a Yeah Yeah Yeah