[Produced by The Social Experiment] [Intro] Uh uh uh uh uh uh IGH! Nana naaaaa Yup Wooooh, ah! Nanana [Verse 1] Young black boy, how he got the labels scared? A&R's like, "Chano, you ain't playin' fair! You gon' set a bad example for the average bear You a Yogi, you should idle while in child's position" I be like, naw, these my sons, this prenatal care I'mma show em how to make it here and make it fair Take it there, they could k** me and I ain't gon' care You is just an ankle weight, lighter than some angel cake Sweeter than some maple syrup, easier than Ableton Make a plate and make a player Make em play it Just don't count your sheep before they hatch You chickens 'fore your eggs Eat your dinner 'fore you say your prayer [Hook] I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this... [Verse 2] Young tactician, just got my taxes finished Beat the tortoise by a hair in an '04 Ford Taurus On a spare with a wax finish There's a lot of metaphors, you just lack vision You just bad business UH! All your sh** been lower case Lower cla**, lower key I'm the only minor minority in priority Sippin' gin and tonic while I plot upon authority Author of my horoscope, feeling like the oracle Ain't no rules, n***a IGH! [Hook] I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this...