[Produced By Jesse Shatkin]
[Verse 1: Murs]
Jogging through the junkyard, kicking the can
Never would I think I had the world in my hand
17 times, circumnavigate the globe
A traveler’s tradition, my religion is the road
Broke the mold, explored all the options
The quickest way to curate the cash, so I clocked in
On the job, no training wheels
Told my mama I'mma make it cause I say I will
Till the wheels fall off
Yes yes, y’all, 'till the beat it don’t stop
Between a rock and a hard place
Came up out the ghetto with my boys, no Scarface
But is my mind playing tricks?
If the world is really mine how I ain’t got sh**?
Still they stop and they frisk
But it’s never gonna change till we stop and resist
[Hook: MNDR]
Listen, listen, if you want it up
Till the sun is up, then you’re one of us
So listen, listen, and start letting go
If we’ve had enough, we don’t give a f**
No more control, no no more
No more control, no no more
(Control, control, control, control)
[Verse 2: Murs]
Welcome to the world of drug dealers
Comic books, white girls, and real n***as
Skateboards, bandanas, and malt liquor
Japanese cartoons and straight k**ers
They tell us get out the ghetto and get rich
But when you really a rebel you don’t fit
We all tryna find our niche
Got to grab it by the throat and make the world your b**h
It’s the American way
Plug into the drive and let the narrative play
We obsessed with nothing but the best sh**
Do it on your own or be a drone with a d**h wish
Defy definition, repress repetition
Get money, get high, get s**, the addiction
The depression, the stress, the affliction
Get ready, get set, go, we on a mission
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Murs]
They had a rally for police brutality up at the park
But when we k**ing ourselves don’t nobody want to march
We got to start to take a look in the mirror
If we don’t respect ourselves then they always gone fear us
If black lives matter then black lives matter
And the color of the k**er shouldn’t even be a factor
Most of these rappers ain’t equipped to lead
Cause most of these rappers illiterate, can’t read
This is educated street music for the educated street movement
It’s f**ed up what the police is doing
But motherf**er look what we doing
[Hook]