[Verse 1: Rapsody]
M-A-R-L-A-N-N-A
My birth name, my purse name the same as my cloth grade
A real G, I'm Gucci; the pressure made a ruby
The disrespect gon' make you meet the rude me
Been too peace in a two-piece
I found peace on a island in the Southeast
Single, solo, but I ain't ringless—I drive the Audi like Tyrese
My soul attached to me like a Siamese
Beside these undеr-ratings, I'm flawed
I cried tears out my еyes like Viola Davis fence scene
The one they call boring still boarding
I'm unseen, I'm morphin'
I tried to ease yo' pain—now, I'm morphine
Some never change; I had to—my blueprint came wit' new wings
I made room for M-E where the Ms be; I feel a way like Embiid
E-M wit' a I-T; I told them on E-V-E
Light I was gon' shine—this time, I'ma put that on me
On the homies, I'ma hone me, right or wrong, duckin' stones thrown
David wit' the Roc, screamin', "Suck these!"
I'm a nutcase, unbelieveable, like false accusers—rapists, they scream, "Rape!"
Does history repeat like Emmett's? Hmm, I hesitate
Conflictin', wantin' the guilty to receive karma and conviction
May innocent get redemption (Did Michael really do it?)
I know media's influence; forgive me for my doubts
But so many times, it's been proven how men lie, women lie
Lies run the world before the truth ties its shoes
What's real? What's illusion? Can you tell me?
[Segue: Phylicia Rashad]
Whatever you understand it to be
See you next appointment

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Who am I in this reality? (You know who you are)
Who am I without accolades and huge salary? (Fuck all that noise)
Who am I if they don't love me back the same as I came to love them?
Shame for pickin' me over livin' a fantasy (That's their loss)
Who am I without the views? (Yeah)
The point of view is that point and choose to judge who's worth it based on who you date and Birkins (That shit fake)
I was told if they don't wanna be a—fuck you! It's not workin' (Fuck it)
Who am I without the churches? (Yeah) Who am I without these verses? (Yeah)
Ain't met a verse on Earth—you in the Metaverse; better keep searchin' still (Search for that)
Tryna find my way out without appeal
I used the N-word more than goin' inward—how does that feel (Fucked up)
To be this naked, tryna find my way out the Matrix for real?
Who am I?