Hook
You swear it aint a problem when you talking, but we know that aint true
I swear we need a coffin if we off and then put faith into you
You sca-a-ared cause you knowing if we grow then it’s through
So...I aint even trippin cause look listen we don’t do like you do
Verse 1
Arguments with my audience
The problem hits w/ the politics / Still they be applauding Piph
Prolly gets a lil rough for them to ride
They just came to kick it / He talking bout some black pride
He talkin’ ask how we can do better in communities my dude we just came here for these raps, right...
Chill bruh, I’m just knowing what I’m throwin, plus I’m hoping that these poems mean summin when I quote em
And I stil wrote em w/ the hand chillin scrotum
Moms looking to her friends like, “Sorry girl, I told him.”
But who said we can’t drink and think?
Who said we can’t laugh and do math when we link?
Who said we gotta mean mug / Just becasue they dreamed up
Dirty situations and they hating when we clean up
Who said broke's keeping it real?
Who said you gotta be rich and then code switch to deal?
Who said that my best aint come?
Boy, I bless these yungs
Hella successes for a rest these lungs
Who said what we is?
Who says what we aint?
Who’s lifiting up our brothas and our sisters if we can’t?
Who said that by black aint sexy?
Skinny boy, ouchea flexin, I swear...
Hook
You swear it aint a problem when you taking, but we know that aint true
I sear we need a coffin if we off and then put faith into you
You sca-a-ared cause you knowing if we grow then it’s through
So...I aint even trippin cause look listen we don’t move how you do
Bridge
And they be like ride-ride-ride with your folks yeah
You aint even gotta worry cause we gon’ steer
Vibe-vibe-vibe with your folks, yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...
Verse 2
So gon’ ride witcha folks
Catch a vibe witcha folks
You on your 9-to-5 / Suit and tie witcha folks
At the job witcha folks / You done mobbed witcha folks
The fly biz class / Been a playa / Why coach, but
Tell me, killa, where them $ at?
You claim weight on the Gram / Here’s a lede / Follow back
Gon’ nix that doubt / You got chips in route
Mr. Acrobat Man / Gon’ flip that house
Skip that car / Ya done got 2 on park
Depreciates to quick / Gotta equip these blocks
Get these stocks / Heal minds that hit these knocks
Can’t forever climb up if past pain aint stopped
Aim these shots / Mane, we just spraying a lot
Praying summin hit a goal / Boy, train yo’ glock
Stop following stars / They Aint remodelling ours
‘Less they invest in neighborhoods that be feeding they parts
And don’t listen to me / I don’t know what I speak
But a read a book bwoy... / Library gottem for cheap, cause look
Who said that our minds aint sexy?
Nerdy boy ouchea flexin’ / I swear....
Switch Chant
They got the trouble in the air
Blocks moving around
They love it when you scared
But no- fooling us now
We coming in prepared
Cause ooo...we bout to clown
Knowing that when things blow up...
They got the trouble in the air
Blocks moving around
They love it when you scared
But no- fooling us now
We coming in prepared
Cause ooo...we bout to clown
Knowing that when things blow up...
We’ll hold you down
(Switch) Verse 3
I’ll hold you down, youngin
I’ve been working on summin for awhile now
Trynna get it moving for these clouds crowd
Round here / Seen too many drown from no help
Cause underwater screams aint a loud sound
This round / Went from solo to fo’ do’
To please scoot back / There’s more to hold in the photo
The units in the movement
They confuse it / For just music
Don’t be stupid / But this here is just a banger, don’t you kow they got the
Beat Switch Chant End
They got the trouble in the air
Blocks moving around
They love it when you scared
But no- fooling us now
We coming in prepared
Cause ooo...we bout to clown
Knowing that when things blow up...
We’ll hold you down