[Verse 1]
How many leaders in the house? One, two
Trip and oOze up in this, what you gone do?
You make some simple shit so we don’t want you
But we got something for you if you want new
It’s the master collab, beat maker and a bastard
Unlike these small thinkers, we are just a couple mavericks
These old ass rappers, we could've been their grandkids
You’re washed up, find another passion
Oh shit, my bad, see I got you all mad
Cause my lyrical skills equivalent to All-Madden
No pant-sagging faggots trapping out in Paterson
I guess it’s my job to put real rap on the map again
(Really though, you suck)
We the only legit duo to do this
We fucked around and shit on Macklemore and Ryan Lewis
Cause we just made the new shit
And also stayed the truest
So everywhere you hear us
They be yelling out like “who this?”
This has been destiny ever since elementary
For me to write like every verse and Jaimin making every beat
Now everybody envy these co-MVPs
Went from no money, begging please
To no empty jeans
Fuck around and get dropped like an anvil
Turning up some oOze, you gone lose tryna stand still
Please don’t doubt the revolution cause the plan’s real
Shit, we too God damn real, what’s up?
[Verse 2]
Look, I started in the game with no confidence
Now every time I drop a track, they telling me that I’m the shit
Cause I stay so honest and I relate to the college kids
Plus I give these hoes no power like an Amish bitch
Now I learned the business, how valuable the knowledge is
I be so accomplished and you still a bunch of novices
Got a lot to give, got the kids to promise that they will not pop the pill
If you doubt my fire then I rob and steal
Rest in peace to Robin Will, and rest in peace to Father Phil
Got a lot of will, big kicks, that’s a lot to fill
Everything I got is real, fuck it, I’m more Dr. Phil
Nonstop hot, this my sophomore project, I got it still
Grew up on the music and the culture that the cops would kill
Don’t judge by my color, influenced by others
Not the stereotypes of what white kids do to their mothers
I learned there’s no blood relation to staying true to your brothers
Got my crew on the come up, and we talk straight facts
Give every dollar to my momma til she’s all paid back
And she all laid back, but that don’t mean I’mma stop
I’ve got dreams to be the cream of the crop
Bad bitch like a sundae cause she creaming on top
And there ain’t no reading, I create these off the top
This is the season for deceasing if you needed a job
(That means die… bitch)
[Verse 3]
When I’m in the presence of a mic, just hand that to me
I’ve been motivated as fuck since Kanye’s candidacy
Can’t a bitch see? I’m cold as fucking Canada be
Higher up with no cannabis, I don’t have to beast
I’m better than I have to be, I laugh at these
Half-asses acting like they magnifique, actually
Grasp onto what’s happening
I’m all up in your Burger Express, caring less
About the shit that’s current, dawg, I’m just worried ‘bout what’s the best
You currently serving less, I serve it up like delivery
I’m 17, screaming out “fuck hoes and chivalry!”
If she a gold digger, then she digging me, no diggity
I am literally, the spirit of B.I.G. and Dilla
If you finna listen to beats
You are the minimal, I am the pinnacle
Bitch, you so little, not sitting with me
And shit, if you bigger than me
Then fuck your legitimacy
You are not who you’re pretending to be
If I get in some beef, I’mma tenderize it
Say “fuck the corporations,” ending all your enterprises
What can I say? I cannot help that I have been the livest
This my time, so I am sorry if I get too violent
Running up on you like (brrr-ah!)
Light you up like ultraviolet
And that’s from the passenger side while I’m busy driving
From the suburban city, privileged kids with fucked up mindsets
So when you see them big homes, don’t mistake it for kindness
That got you fucked up yet?
I’m surrounded by more green grass than a Cub Cadet
Still I never puffed the shit
But the kids of every color, they be loving it
It takes way over just one Crayola to color in
Kendall Park, that’s where I’m from, ya bitch
That’s where I’m from, ya bitch
