[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