[Intro: donSMITH]

Oh my God

You niggas can't be out here embarrassing your team like that

I had 'em askin' who's that

Now every room packed

But theres no more room in the group chat

You makin' yourself look bad, know what I’m sayin'

You makin everybody else around you look bad

Na' mean

[Hook: donSMITH]

For two years, I had 'em askin' who's that

Now every room packed

But theres no more room in the group chat

Move back, too many rats bound to get stuck on the glue trap

Might as well shoot yourself in the foot, Plax

Swear to God

Next time I see a muh fucka wearin' my jersey the wrong way

I'ma slap the shit out him, for real

At least die with honor, kna'm sayin

Might as well shoot yourself in the foot, Plax

[Verse 1: donSMITH]

Uh, you was never good where I'm good at

I never been foreign with it

You want to play the game

You got to put some quarters in it

Maybe this grey brim Yankee is my only fitted

High school, I remember almost started crippin'

Fell out without a few when I didn't

No reason to switch my jersey mid-season

You supposed goats used to hold the torch

But now you look more like sheep skin

Y'all want to win a game

I'm trying to take the chip

Trying to win a war

Cut a nigga off if he only trying to win awards

No space for cap in my roster

If it's a race of rats then I'm walking

Clipped day ones to move on

Bury the hatchet or bury the body

You wasn't made from the same pack you been claiming around you

You put your name on your homie paper

That's plagiarizing

Watch where you aiming papi

[Hook: donSMITH]

For two years, I had 'em askin' who's that

Now every room packed

But theres no more room in the group chat

Move back, too many rats bound to get stuck on the glue trap

Might as well shoot yourself in the foot, Plax

I had 'em askin' who's that

Now every room packed

But theres no more room in the group chat

Move back, too many rats bound to get stuck on the glue trap

Might as well shoot yourself in the foot, Plax

[Break: donSMITH]

Way too many people in here

Nah nah, get the fuck outta here

Let's go

[Verse 2: donSMITH]

Tell momma to write Bustelo on my brick, uh

Greasy sideburns and fingertips on my bitch, uh

Tourist ask me where I'm from every chance they get

Would you go to The Garden and ask Spike the same shit

The same hands that plan to colonize

Shot up churches and did Columbine

The same hands that gentrifying all the caridads

The same hands that turned the hood into a Amistad

This shit is not for y'all

Moreno before I'm green skin

Soldier before cobra

I never sold front row tickets to my own culture

Ain't making bread off soda

No money off pop

I give the guap to the culture

And the rest go to Ock

So we cut ties with a few of y'all

That we was no longer suited for

Less is more

We move more efficient when the crew is small

At this point

Feel privileged if we get you involved

Community is getting the right kind of unit installed

Aye, we used to do it for the OG's

But, now you do it for the IG

You niggas know where to find me

[Outro: donSMITH]

That's on my life