WHO TF IZ U Lyrics – J. Cole

Read the full WHO TF IZ U lyrics by J. Cole from the album The Fall-Off along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy J. Cole's music, you can also explore The Let Out and Bombs in the Ville / Hit the Gas, two other songs by J. Cole.

[Part I]

[Intro: J. Cole]
Ring, ring, who the fu*k is that?
This a 9-1-0 number, so you know a n!gga zapped (Ha)
Okay, o-o-okay
O— hm, okay, o-o-okay, o—

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k? O—, hm, okay)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k? O-o-okay)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Out the way (Who), it's a real n!gga coming through (Who, o—, hm, okay)
Out the way (Who), it's a real n!gga coming through (O-o-okay)

[Refrain]
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Come view the style of the unibrowed Unab0mber
Who maneuvered through the drama with a suit of armor
Moving calmer than the Buddha ducking funeral parlors
First the hooting, hollering and then the shooting 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 that used to the honors
Congruent with s*it that I do to rhymers
On Deuteronomy, ain't s*it n!ggas can do but honor me
What I'm quoting is God's scope and come view the pottery
I blaze by graveyards and destitute economies
Full of thug bones for refusing to move in harmony
Drug trafficking, slugs blasting, we move accordingly
And run faster than blood travels through human arteries
We know exactly what it means when n!ggas show 9s, .22s, .45s, we studying numerology, n!gga

[Refrain]
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?
What it is, ho?

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Out the way, it's a real n!gga coming through (Fu*k out my face)
Out the way, it's a real n!gga coming through (Fu*k out my face What it is, ho?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k? What it is, ho?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k? What it is, ho?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k? What it is, ho?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k? What it is, ho?)
Out the way, it's a real n!gga coming through (Fu*k out my face)
Out the way, it's a real n!gga (N!gga, fu*k out my face)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Every bar is a part of the murder wrath
Call PETA, them people chopping a bird in half
Breaking further down to whatever's gon' earn the math
Exchange pounds for dollars and never converted cash
Welcome to the South where they serving the dirt and grass
The streets ain't safe, I prefer the deserted path
Was walking with my Walkman one day when I heard a blast
Loud enough to shatter the world into thirds, I gasped
Hauled ass and my legs got to turning fast
Straight past the victim, he hobbling, hurting bad
Heard way back he slick, tried to take half a brick
They say payback's a b!tch and I guess he incurred a tab
While they was mastering scales like they learning jazz
I was making sure they refer to my first and last
Name, Jermaine Cole, with Hall of Fame flows
From Kane Road with Kane soul on the dang low
Do anything for bankroll that you can't fold
But riding through the block is detectives in plain clothes
Which likely means soon you'll be singing familiar tunes
In interrogation rooms getting questioned by Zane Lowe

[Part II]

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the f—, who the f—, who the f—
Who the fu*k?

[Verse: J. Cole]
Yeah, you know who put the city on (They know it)
Came back through (??), they PETA show, I'm really on (I show it, n!gga)
Get rich or die trying, I had fifty on (Cha-ching)
B!tches ringing out my phone, "Like, is you really home?" (Hello?, brr, brr, brr)
I 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 moving with that jewelry on (No flex)
You hear that barrel tone, this s*it get deep as, get me home
I'm a sidewalk n!gga, I'ma stay there
I leave the streets for the ones that wanna play there
I done leveled up so shawty want a date, yeah
Left my kids in her mouth like a daycare
I'm the Carolina nominal Shakespeare
All that cap you let them n!ggas rap is over with
The real is back, you feel a way, you gotta cope with it
The 'Ville put a n!gga six feet like back when COVID hit
Okay, these n!ggas ain't talking 'bout s*it (They ain't talking 'bout nothing)
No diamonds on my neck, no Rollie on my wrist (I ain't got no diamonds on, uh-uh)
Two-six, I done lurked a little bit (Okay)
I learned the hardest n!gga, he can always get hit (Well, damn)
Out the jungle, I done fu*ked around and got rich (Well, damn)
Zero dollars in my pocket, b!tch, I'm not a lick (Not a what?)
I'd rather that than gotta walk around with sticks
'Cause I learned the hardest n!gga, he can always get— (Hit)

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Out the way, it's a real n!gga coming through (Fu*k out my face)
Out the way, it's a 'Ville n!gga coming through (Fu*k out my face)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k?)
Out the way, it's a real n!gga coming through (Fu*k out my face)
Out the way, it's a 'Ville n!gga—