J. Cole - WHO TF IZ U (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
Search, synchronize, and download lyrics in LRC and SRT formats for YouTube music videos by videoID or Title.
You can preview or test subtitles before downloading them.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
(optional) Use the buttons below or the keyboard shortcuts "G" or "H" to adjust subtitle synchronization before downloading.
The available subtitles for the media will be listed below.
When available, click to load or test subtitles from the list below.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
J. Cole - WHO TF IZ U (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
Ring, ring, who the fuck is that?
It's a 910 number, so you know
where niggas at (Ha)
Okay
Oh, oh, okay
Oh, hmm, okay
Oh, oh, okay, oh
Who the fuck is you? (Who
the fuck? Okay)
Who the fuck is you? (Who
the fuck? Oh, oh, okay)
Who the fuck is you? (Who the fuck?)
Out the way (Okay), it’s a real nigga
comin' through (Oh, oh, okay)
Out the way, it's a real
nigga comin’ through
What it is, ho?
Come view the style of the
unibrowed Unabomber
Who maneuvered through the drama
with a suit of armor
Movin' calmer than the Buddha,
duckin' funeral parlors
First the hootin', hollerin', and
then the shootin' start up
Queue the saga, the root of all the
Evil ain't the paper with
the eagle, but what people
would do for dollars
Let off a troop of hollows from German
Rugers they use to do the honors
Congruent with shit that
I do to rhymers
On Deuteronomy, ain't shit niggas
can do but honor me
What I’m quotin’ is God-sculpted,
come view the pottery
I blaze by graveyards and
destitute economies
Full of thug bones for refusin'
to move in harmony
Drug traffickin’, slugs blastin',
we move accordingly
And run faster than blood travels
through human arteries
We know exactly what it means when
niggas show 9s, .22s, .45s
We studyin' numerology, nigga
Bitch
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin’
through (Fuck out my face)
Out the way, it's a real nigga
comin' through (Fuck out
my face, what it is, ho?)
Who the fuck is you? (What it is, ho?)
Out the way, it's a real nigga comin'
through (Fuck out my face)
Out the way, it's a real nigga
Every bar is a part of
the murder wrath
Call PETA, them people choppin'
a bird in half
Break it further down to whatever's
gon' earn the math
Exchange pounds for dollars
and never converted cash
Welcome to the South where they
servin' the dirt and grass
The streets ain't safe, I
prefer the deserted path
Was walkin' with my Walkman one
day when I heard a blast
Loud enough to shatter the Earth
into thirds, I gasped
Hauled ass and my legs
got to turnin' fast
Straight past the victim,
he hobblin', hurtin' bad
Heard way back he slick, tried
to take half a brick
They say payback's a bitch and
I guess he incurred a tab
While they was masterin' scales
like they learnin' jazz
I was makin' sure they refer
to my first and last name
Jermaine Cole, with hall of fame flows
From Cain Road where 'caine
sold on the dang low
Do anything for bankroll
that you can't fold
But ridin' through the block is
detectives in plain clothes
Which likely means soon you'll
be singin' familiar tunes
In interrogation rooms gettin'
questioned by Zane Lowe
Who the f who the f who
the f who the fuck?
Yeah, you know who put the
city on (They know it)
Came back through, rose-gold AP to show
I'm really on (I show it, nigga)
Get rich or die tryin', I
had fifty on (Cha-ching)
Bitches ringin' in my phone
like, "Is you really home?"
(Hello? Brr, brr)
I'll stay out the way since I done
seen a million (A milli')
Five-percent tints and plus
I got this hoodie on
I had to humble up, stop movin' with
that jewelry on (Don't flex)
You hear that baritone, this shit
get deep as Giveon (Woah)
I'm a sidewalk nigga, I'ma stay there
I'll leave the streets for the
ones that wanna play there
I done leveled up, so shawty
wanna date, yeah
Left my kids in her mouth
like a daycare
I'm the Carolina 910 Shakespeare
All that cap you let them
niggas rap is over with
The real is back, you feel a
way, you gotta cope with it
The 'Ville put a nigga six feet
like back when COVID hit, okay
These niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit,
uh (Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin')
No diamonds on my neck, no
Rollie on my wrist, uh (Ain't
got no diamonds on)
26, I done lurked a little bit (Okay)
I learned the hardest nigga, he can
always get hit (Well, damn)
Out the jungle, I done fucked around
and got rich, uh (Well, damn)
Zero dollars in my pocket, bitch,
I'm not a lick, uh (Not a what?)
I'd rather that than gotta
walk around with sticks
'Cause I learned the hardest nigga,
he can always get (Hit)
Out the way, it's a 'Ville nigga comin'
through (Fuck out my face)
Out the way, it's a 'Ville nigga
Please support me on
PATREON Thank you!