[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Mm, them n***as smile fake now
I don't ever wanna see 'em
Keep a rubber band 'round my paper
Let them n***as know the season
I write my wrong days down
Tell them bitches quit bitchin'
Tell them n***as quit lying
Tryna be most famous fuckin' Simpson
He kept his hand on his head
Kept my hand on his leg
A tear fell from my face
I felt like Santa is dead
You know the government telling us shit that I don't wanna hear
(What do you know about all the filth that's going on here, huh?)

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
This that colored folks only
For my mama and my homies
They gave these lil' n***as money
And we made white folks love us
Still that nappy headed n***a
'Cept my head a lil' bigger
I'm still dirty and I'm black
But I'm real pretty like my bitch
I hear n***as talk down
I leave they bodies in a ditch
[Refrain 1: Merlyn Wood & Henock Sileshi]
Clapback season
Call that clapback season
(Bitch, you built like a PT Cruiser)
Clapback season
Call that clapback season
(You going at me, n***a? Fuck n***a... ole uncircumcised-dick-face-lookin'-ass-n***a)
Clapback season
Call that clapback season
(Boy, if you don't go [?] that hat you got on)

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
I said fuck the government and started my own
I got three studios inside of my home
You gave these planned projects Grammys, n***a, we want some
We ain't tryin' for a chance, we want results
You was stealing power, and you still throw 'em with salt
Paid off student debts but my breath still ain't fell off
Nah, that's bars, woof woof, that's bars
Woof, that's bars, woof woof, that's bars

[Chorus: Merlyn Wood]
You can find me in the dirt like a fuckin' vegetable
And my n***as on the curb acting like some fuckin' fools
But you bet they do that work for me, work for me
Bitch, they do that work for me, work for me
You can find me in the dirt like a fuckin' vegetable
And my n***as on the curb acting like some fuckin' fools
But you bet they do that work for me, work for me
Bitch, they do that work for me, work for me
[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
Get it goin', gotta go for mine
Know the devil work overtime
When I kept the timer, who sayin' [?]
True colors gon' always shine
Smoke the pain away to my face
Hundred days and I can't untrace
Cannot walk, can't afford no breaks
All my life, I worked to this place
All my life, I wanted this pace
All my life, I worked to expand
All my life, I done felt this brace
Now I'm here, and I got the meds
Hear me out, 'cause I got this plan
Your compliments came from underhand
Recreating my motherland
From the curb of my broken hands

[Chorus: Merlyn Wood]
You can find me in the dirt like a fuckin' vegetable
And my n***as on the curb acting like some fuckin' fools
But you bet they do that work for me, work for me
Bitch, they do that work for me, work for me
You can find me in the dirt like a fuckin' vegetable
And my n***as on the curb acting like some fuckin' fools
But you bet they do that work for me, work for me
Bitch, they do that work for me, work for me
[Verse 5: Matt Champion]
They should drive me, they should cab me
I'm an asshole, raw cut
Drippin' pure, I would drop
50 mil', for my bitch
On the wheel, grab the wheel
Body still, under my lip I'll keep kisses safe
Pop it right in, all you girl can say
All in Corona, keep lead on shoulder
My body heavy, lies on a boulder
I see the shit ball like snow
Black ball then black matte, I keep it on center
Wantin' the money, I'm wavin' a hunnid
Wantin' the rain, and I'm makin' it sunny
Wantin' my baby, it's not the time
Switchin' up, I can see just see your vibe
I'm the jealous type, lonely nights
I ain't think of one, I ain't think of five
I'm thinking ten, 'head of ya
Better watch the time, better watch the time

[Refrain 2: JOBA]
It's not my fault that I like flashy things
It's not my fault that you get treated like an enemy
I'm not around when they come for me
I'm not around when they come for me
It's not my fault that I like flashy things
It's not my fault that you get treated like an enemy
I'm not around when they come for me
I'm not aroused when they come for me

[Verse 6: JOBA]
Sparkles in my eyes when I do my thing, do my thing
From my wrist to my iris when I do my thing, do my thing
My pearly whites turn diamond when I do my thing, do my thing
I do my thing, and to think that y'all made fun of me
When I was just a baby boy, my mama bought me a Huffy
Spray painted that shit gold with a can that I stole from Walmart
Then I got some pegs
Two in the front, two in the back, like
Man, I ain't been the same since
Just wanted to feel like a rich kid
Kind of like how I got my Charizard
When that kid traded it for a Pop-Tart
I swear I've been a hustler all my life, I'm just not hard, hee hee
But I've got this poker face
And I look you in the face
Eye contact, I do not break
You can keep my chain