[Verse 1] Boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, you out of character Flexing sh** you ain't about for clout so you look scarier Talking all that sh** but sh**, that's typical America I could write it down and take your life just like a narrator Let me keep it real, I really don't need popularity I don't leave the house and yet the people, they are there for me They know that I'm there for them, my music's for their time of need _Blnk's the f**in cult, our culture's deeper than the people think [Hook (x2)] Black nails, red wine, can't nobody hit my line