Y'all still don't get it...you just haven't learned That when you pick on the weak, when you neglect The attention that the deserve for so long... They come back...believe that [Verse 1: David the Peruvian] We are the oppressed Welcome to our nightmare, wonder what's next? Let me take a guess You want me to fight fair? Put my life into a box and leave it right there? f** that This is FATGODS learn who we are Your gavel is fake said Kendrick Lamar We know...the taste of the gravel the hate and the scars My father's sur, I believe the name February ninth, mama birthed a king I keep the same, no need to change My team is strong so I speak of fame Sparked a flame, now dark and deranged His brain took flight like a lark or a plane W-Words precise, stuck darts to a train With an AR he could even mark your gang What's he sayin' Are you blue or blood? I don't give a f** If you a G you a G, and that's true enough My main concern is do you bang this beat in a stupid club? Probably not, in this entire song there's no molly popped Respect to the kids on there nollie pops From otter pops, now hooked on d**, b**h oughta stop [Hook: Pete McBeezy, C.O. and David the Peruvian] They step to us, we knock em' down They oppressing us, so we had to spray a round They protest then test us They speak lies we can't trust We decline they threaten us We breath fie we mess em' up.(x2) [Verse 2: Mo] Look, I here what you say It's the same sh** every single day The talk of a dipsh**, lipstick prick With his dick no bigger than my ball-pen tip The roll of my thunder that's raining down The roar of a lion can't tame me now Consume any motherf**ing foolish clown And stick that f*ggot so far underground I'ma lay the facts down But the fact that I rap has me up in cla** now This swag that I've had since the past But past is the past and I can't look back how? Gone once again Y'all can't see me cause I'm light in the skin Gathering the haters with a paper and a pen I'm a skater innovator chasing paper til' I win Hittin' it raw with my dick in her jaw The pigs cannot catch what the wish they could charge No who*es at the store so no breaking the law k** the track off only thrity-two bars Spinnin' but still winnin' Sinnin' with a few women Never late for dinner I'm lit up. a Winner Reserved spot in heaven Livin' like I'm cutting short, like a villain I got no time for these hoes Or friends, I'm alone Staying home to defend Learning how to comprehend how I live My arms up, stuck from suspense It's me against the world I'm disabled like a crippled Talk of money, makes me think about some big goals Up on stage FATGODS ain't civil [Hook] We're starting a revolution You don't give us many choices...so we run out of options Listen...the anger you hear in our voices... That's for you... [Outro]