[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]