[Intro]

Yeah! Everybody!

It's about time that we united for the same cause!

It's about time that we storm

And put an end to this!

So, storm with me!

Storm with me! Here we go!

[Verse 1]

If I could make it more clear that I'm not faking for clicks

Then I would, especially for you babies that piss

And moan when I drop a song. Why can't you just move along?

You got some really big talk, but it is all through the phone

Man, I'd love to see and hear you say that all to my face

But you don't got the guts I do, so just stay in your place

And if you want to beef, we'll go for weeks and for days

If you prevail, good game, but don't think I won't. No mistake

You've got a demonized version of mе that's up in your head

You always try to take and twist up somethin' I said

You say I'm ignorant but that is immaturе, you kid

You're tryna' find any reason to get upset and pissed

Then you get real mad when I voice how I feel in a rocking groove

All I do is put words to a beat in autotune

Then you try to censor me unfairly 'cause you say it bothers you

When you should be focusing on all the things in the locker room

[Hook]

So, throw your hands in the air if you care!

To fight for the right to choose what you wanna' wear!

We'll storm to the top, yeah, make this public!

Middle fingers aloft when we tell 'em to shove it!

We gon' push, we gon' shove like we've lost it!

We'll mush and well mosh 'til we breakout in mosh pits!

We'll storm to the top, yeah, make this public!

Middle fingers aloft when we tell 'em to shove it!

[Verse 2]

We're not asking for no dress code; just a more relaxed one

You say there's a dress code, so we're not distracted

Funny 'cause if anything is distracting

It's the way the dress code is enforced by this whack job

To add to that, what distracts me is the teachers

The facial hair that they have, that or either

The tats or the fact that none of these rules

Don't apply to them at all in this discriminative school

If it was my choice, we'd storm from the front to back

While wearing what we want instead of wearing somethin' that's whack

And my hair will be down, yeah, it'll be touching my neck

And my shirt will be out in the front and untucked in the back

So let's raise our voices, let's shout and march

Let's crowd us all up and down the halls

If they try to move us, we'll stand our ground and halt

Tryna' stop us is like tryna' drown a sharl! (Now c'mon!)

[Hook]

So, throw your hands in the air if you care

To fight for the right to choose what you wanna' wear

We'll storm to the top, yeah, make this public

Middle fingers aloft when we tell 'em to shove it

[Outro]

Yeah, c'mon, MA

You really gonna' let Excel one up you on this one? (Haha!)

Nah, that's it, I ain't even gon' say nothin' no more!

That's it, I'm out, I'm out! (Peace!)