[Verse 1: Brian]

Get em'

Get em'

Get em'

If you hate the black man the one question is why?

I set back and watch the Bros sell drugs to get by

There ain’t no opportunity we battle with the most high

Life been sketchy and confusing I don’t walk outside

This that rap caviar shit mixing with the mosh pit

Pouring out my soul 'cause I deal with the nonsense

Building on my prominence

Mamma know what time it is

Play my card with dominance always judging chiming in

I’m flowing at the mental with major

Issues I’m sentimental

Very vengeful these

Words I’m feeling ain’t simple, my dental monumental

I spit my shit with a tempo I’m that dog

Straight out the kennel

Act bold and very nimble

No restrictions on the verse I hope this dick make you little

Infestation on this planet

World done turnt very fiddle want some peace

I'm not resting well, and if you been

Against me not gone lie bitch you can go to hell and always fail

I ain’t never picked on nobody

Sold my soul for nobody

I’m not sitting up in jail can't take the wrap for those bodies

I’m on I-88 cruising listening to Prodigy

My tank stay on E from this fucked up economy

[Verse 2: Quentin]

Angry blackmen we a force to be reckoned with

I recommend, listening to us in your residence

Black man excellence, started from the basements

Now our music blaring in ya faces

Back to the basics, we the best face it

Living in America surrounded by racists

Still dream chasing

Show me where the money at

I’m from a city where they put you in a body bag

Listening to Johnny Cash, look at how I Walk the Line

Ain’t no grave, that can hold my fucking body down

Still gotta a potty mouth

Been this way since middle school

Now I’m writing raps getting paid off residuals

Black individual, trapped in the matrix

All this consumerism make a make a nigga anxious

Done with the fake shit, all the product placements

Future looking bleak like a blade runner spaceship

Shhh don’t say shit, Money be my language

Walk my own path, I’m a free Nigga agent