SPIKE WULF - Xavier Wulf

Marcelo

Who, nigga?

Man, my trunk sound like this when me and my niggas ride through

Grandmama in your living room, thought that y’all was doomed

If a sucker hating on me, I’ll take his shorty to the moon

And don’t think that she ever coming back too soon

Don’t think I won’t sweep a sucker up with the broom

Yoruichi, keep me geeky, this no Kiki, that’s my boo

Pull up with my niggas smoking more than him and you

I give no fuck about your purpose, nigga, I’ma hurt you

If you pull up moving crazy, I bet we reverse you

I’m from Memphis, Tennessee where they’d rather murk you

Mind your business, don’t get in it, he might have to dirt you

I’ma only tell the truth, I got the mausoleum view

Nigga, who?

And that could go for him or you

I tried to keep the peace, but they let the hate through

And now the tears burn, I’m blowing anger out the roof

At one point in time, I didn’t trust my own truth

I smoke a hundred blunts while I ponder on the truth

Now I understand why they never let me through

Now I understand why I’m nothing like you

Dragon Fang Gang, pull up to it, then it’s through

Nigga, who?

I put the sand in his boots

Space cowboy, platinum-plated on the coupe

I’ma slide through it just to pick up me a few

And then I slide off into the Himalayan view

Nigga, who?