[Verse 1]
How many leaders in the house? One, two
Trip and oOze up in this, what you gone do?
You make some simple sh** 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 ba*tard
Unlike these small thinkers, we are just a couple mavericks
These old a** rappers, we could've been their grandkids
You're washed up, find another pa**ion
Oh sh**, my bad, see I got you all mad
Cause my lyrical sk**s equivalent to All-Madden
No pant-sagging f*ggots trapping out in Paterson
I guess it's my job to put real rap on the map again
(Really though, you s**)
We the only legit duo to do this
We f**ed around and sh** on Macklemore and Ryan Lewis
Cause we just made the new sh**
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
f** 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
sh**, 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 sh**
Cause I stay so honest and I relate to the college kids
Plus I give these hoes no power like an Amish b**h
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, f** it, I'm more Dr. Phil
Nonstop hot, this my soph*more project, I got it still
Grew up on the music and the culture that the cops would k**
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 b**h 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… b**h)
[Verse 3]
When I'm in the presence of a mic, just hand that to me
I've been motivated as f** since Kanye's candidacy
Can't a b**h see? I'm cold as f**ing 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-a**es acting like they magnifique, actually
Grasp onto what's happening
I'm all up in your Burger Express, caring less
About the sh** 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 “f** 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
b**h, you so little, not sitting with me
And sh**, if you bigger than me
Then f** your legitimacy
You are not who you're pretending to be
If I get in some beef, I'mma tenderize it
Say “f** 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 pa**enger side while I'm busy driving
From the suburban city, privileged kids with f**ed up mindsets
So when you see them big homes, don't mistake it for kindness
That got you f**ed up yet?
I'm surrounded by more green gra** than a Cub Cadet
Still I never puffed the sh**
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 b**h
That's where I'm from, ya b**h