[Verse 1]
You think that I got it...
But I'm tryna get it...
Take a knot out my pocket and tell my parents to spend it/
Buy a whip for my homies, then we smokin all in it
Can't even see the rear view mirror give a fu*k bout an image/
Reality is...
Everybody so consumed by popularity sh**...
So you KNOW the hoes don't want the talented kids
We're nerdy, and weird, and listen to the music that nobody wants to hear/
Dear....oh you wanna pop a molly?
Pop a zanny?
Get turnt up in the club on a Tuesday like its Miami/
f** all of y'all in the club, rap n***as
Y'all all sound the f**in same, and that sh** wack n***a
We don't wanna hear about
Them hoes that you f** with
Cuz everybody knows that
Black girls don't s** dick
9-1, 9 on my back like the crucifix
So you can f** with me or keep bumpin that stupid sh**/
Lol