Real skinny loud color tenni's
Body marked up like graffiti
I don't push a maserati
Beamer, benz or bentley
And yeah I rode a foreign, and yes I'm looking
Spiffy
Go ahead and doubt us, but what you know about us
We aint gotta follow them (no) , we take another
Route-a no we aint blowin trees bro, open up my
Window I see you popping tags, but you know that's
Why yo ends low I tried to tell em we was comin'
Go on, let us in why they hatin'like we all a bunch
Of hoolingans no cimmicks, spirit in my lyries
Know when people hear it they gon'love or they
Fear it and how we flow, when we show up at a show
They say we go s. o. hard in the paint, they can't
What for some moe'
But some others say preachyn'. some closeminded
Teachin'like we aint heard of marx, life and niche
Believe me

Ay don't know about us they don't
They don't know about us
They, they, they don't know about us they
Don't know about

They think we dum, dum diddy dum, dum
But they gon' know, they gon'know about us
They gon' know, they gon'know about us

6, 2, 2 Plus, go on add it up (hey, that's a big
Problem, call it calculus) math on some track
But content like I had enough
Long hair, don't care, samoan plus I'm tatted up
I know this blow ya mind, and I aint blowin
Pine not talkin'women lookin skimpy every
Atha line yeah, a got a dime about to make her mine
Life in crist got me finished like a
Crosseda line with thay way that you're telling
Me to sell, sell out nah man it's so foolish
Done, tryin to be you and don't fit mis-fit
I dont trip, everybody hate chris they sayin
Get whit this, just like membership
They talkim'slick like this is it, but it's just gibberish
I say I'm interested, thay say you different
Oh you gon'know even if you don't let us in
Dun on em dun on em like I could be
Dum on em dum on em you like should be
Dum on em dum on em like I would be
Dum on em dum on em yeah that's cool whith me