Tyler, The Creator
Who R You

[Intro]
Let’s speak some real talk
Welcome to my city yo
Fuck what you say

[Verse 1]
Fuck what you say
Fuck what you say
Ay
Motherfuckers talking shit but really who are they
Wait
All these bitches locking up soon as I say their name
Looking good is how I came
Never catch me looking lame
Same motherfuckers doubting me will never see my fame
I could differ in my future
That’s what happens in this game

[Chorus]
Uh
Motherfucker who are you to judge
Keep on tryna make me quit but I fucking refuse to budge
How bout you go back to school and learn how not to hold a grudge
Could you shut your fucking mouth and suck it up just like a sponge

[Verse 2]
Little bitches round my city try to say my shit is ass
Go and try to make some shit that ever motherfucking lasts
Couple bitches tried to talk some shit about me during class
I’m not tryna entertain em so for that I’ll have to pass
Yuh
When I was eleven I knew I had something great
I was thinking all the time on all the shit I could create
You should tell me just how great I am without you tryna mumble
I was always known to think outside the box but let’s stay humble
I was careless all the time and always stumbled through my lines
I’m in the jungle climbing vines
Reach the top and press rewind
Everybody wants to be great by their self
But barely anybody puts the effort on the shelf
[Chorus]
Uh
Motherfucker who are you to judge
Keep on tryna make me quit but I fucking refuse to budge
How bout you go back to school and learn how not to hold a grudge
Could you shut your fucking mouth and suck it up just like a sponge

[Verse 3]
Yeah motherfucker
What you talking bout
Tell me what you talking bout
Cus it’s seeming that you’re seeing what I’m tryna figure out
I’m a bit confused and I’m sure you’re asking why
It’s cus everybody hating but they never tell me why
Bitches that don’t fuck with me will tell me that I’m trash
People that don’t know me might just listen to their stupid ass
Swear to god these motherfuckers really make me wanna crash out
I just gotta wait till all this work gets all my cash out
Some weirdo fucked some shit up in my front yard
Wasn’t that the ginger who was talking tryna seem hard
Talking shit inside a group chat
He said he’ll pull up armed
Of course that bitch was lying all he did was fucking bombard

[Chorus]
Uh
Motherfucker who are you to judge
Keep on tryna make me quit but I fucking refuse to budge
How bout you go back to school and learn how not to hold a grudge
Could you shut your fucking mouth and suck it up just like a sponge
[Verse 4]
Why is everybody tryna tell me not to go and lunge at the endless fucking bitches who just like to whine and judge
When I was eleven I knew I had something great
I was thinking all the time on all the shit I could create
You should tell me just how great I am without you tryna mumble
I was always known to think outside the box but let’s stay humble motherfucker

[Outro]
I’m glad these bitches hating cus I got something to talk about
Unlike all these other bitches who would never figure rapping out