[Verse 1: Hop]
They call it frat rap, ‘cause I'm white, and I drink your beer
Really though I'm past that, I don't write what I think you hear
Why you gotta act like something's wrong?
Like it's a problem that the college kids f** with my songs
Shut your mouth kid, I'm busy blowing ounces
You're busy blowing dudes for a couple of used pouches
Ha, now watch me move mountains
Mixtape number three, but try to tell me who's counting
Microphone check for once, so I'mma roll my problems, ready to blow the smoke out my sun roof
As always, like I can rap and produce
But I still gotta work at Acme wrapping produce
That's a b**h, but it's life
And I'mma keep living it
It's free now, but soon, I can sell ‘em a little bit
Tell ‘em wait until I get my money hella legitimate
f** if they never listen, I should be selling ‘em Ritalin
[Hook] x2
This is how we do, seizing the day
I see ‘em sleeping away, but I'm just leaving ‘em lay, hey
You don't need another reason to stay
Said it's Hobson man and Reefer dude, we leading the way
[Verse 2: Reef]
Hola mi amor, I just met you
I came in this game with a dream and a brew
Hobson on the beat, and we were just dreamers
One year later, see my fans in the bleachers
Frolic in my intellect and revel in my soul
I listen to the stories that, never been told
I look to the stars, that I've never seen before
Cause I'm doing some sh** they've, never done before
An Arab on the beat, sounds so illogical
And rapping ‘bout the burbs, so paradoxical
But it's so full of truth, listen to our chronicles
Trust me we're your fam, and fortune is the moniker
See they tried to, but they could never understand
Thinking it's all bright, but they can't see the plan
The plot line of it all, see we shine and then they fall
I'm on my tippy-toes hoping to forever stay tall, man
[Hook] x2
This is how we do, seizing the day
I see ‘em sleeping away, but I'm just leaving ‘em lay, hey
You don't need another reason to stay
Said it's Hobson man and Reefer dude, we leading the way