[Part I: “Wanna Be”]

[Chorus]
You wanna be Cole (You wanna be)
Now you droppin’ Control (You wanna be)
Call him Kenny corn roll (You wanna be)
Never switch up the flow (You wanna be)
I can put you in the dirt if you wanna be
Same my name 3 times if you wanna beef
Or you say it to my face, I ain’t never sweet
Don’t have to have a tool just to carry heat

[Verse 1]
I’m underrated, under’preciated
Underestimated, that’s a understatement
I’m a silent dragon comin’ out the basement
Only shoot my flames when I feel impatient
If you speak my name, I bet you’ll be famous
See a flash like a night light
Put ‘em in the past like a Lite-Brite
Same since high school, guess that’s your zeitgeist
Are you ready to pop?
My pen is, if you ready or not
I want the throne while you rest in the box
I don’t want your spot
I’m game if you hold 40 Glocks
My intellect quite superior, they’re calling me Spock
Pardon me Pac
10 minutes right before he was shot
L, Pun, Big and maybe Dot
Knock you outta cloud nine when I drop Detox
Call me Dre, but I’m Cube when I’m put in the box
I put you to sleep like the itis
I just make Gods bleed I’m Leonotis
I just burn your iris, optic fibers
I just spread my flame like the virus
Know his opps will miss him, by his optimism
Never lose my focus cause I’m godly-gifted
I’m a good kid but I’m not Kendrick
But you steal his style with your plot twistin’
[Chorus]
You wanna be Cole (You wanna be)
Now you droppin’ Control (You wanna be)
Call him Kenny corn roll (You wanna be)
Never switch up the flow (You wanna be)
I can put you in the dirt if you wanna be
Same my name 3 times if you wanna beef
Or you say it to my face, I ain’t never sweet
Don’t have to have a tool just to carry heat

You wanna be Cole (You wanna be)
Now you droppin’ Control (You wanna be)
Call him Kenny corn roll (You wanna be)
Never switch up the flow (You wanna be)
I can put you in the dirt if you wanna be
Same my name 3 times if you wanna beef
Or you say it to my face, I ain’t never sweet
Don’t have to have a tool just to carry heat

[Part II: “Tru”]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, uh
People can’t handle the real
I often carry the steel
They often stuck in their feels
But they can’t handle the truth
That sounds about right
Yeah
[Chorus]
People can’t handle the real
They often carry the steel
They often stuck in they feels
They cannot handle the tru
I rather stay at my home
This music got me in zone
I barely answer the phone
‘Cause they can’t handle the tru

[Verse 2]
No pot to piss in
My wisdom had made a prism, not prison
With the way I kick it, tuition had pay my vision
Well educated and dedicated just to be famous
My music’s stuck in the basement, if I sign that line will I make it?
‘Cause people will die to be famous
We multiply on these stages
More rappers, no fans to play us
But you can’t handle the tru
That only leads to more envy
I’m Charlamagne mixed with 50
Keep it one hun’ ‘til they get me
‘Cause you can’t handle the tru

[Chorus]
People can’t handle the real
I often carry the steel
They often stuck in they feels
‘Cause they can’t handle the tru
I rather stay at my home
This music got me in zone
I barely answer my phone
‘Cause you can’t handle the tru
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
You can’t handle the truth
You can’t handle the truth