[Verse 1: IDK]

I'm up in Harvard, class start in a hour

My niggas is tryna see it, these crackers giving me problems, shit

They might even be black, fucking with ours

Got Listerine for the tongue, they leaving my mouth sour

But hopefully I don't fold

Johnny Dang got me tippin' on four Vogues in rose gold

Two rose, no Rosé, all froze

Why you think I'm red? I'm fucking with Mike Jones

Like, "Who?" IDK, that ain't for "I Don't Know"

I'm heavy in the paint, you only scorin' free-throws

I'm foulin' if I got to, on Fallon wearin' a black suit

My bitch a little model, my other bitch is a masseuse

We'll wake up in the morning, my hands praying to Jesús

But I don't pray the same religion have me in shacklеs

Gemini, one side Hydе, the other Jekyll

So who I am depending on who you were when I met you

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]

I'm God in the flesh, scriptures embody all of the sin

I'm cause and effect, prescription quality Cartier lens

My car is a catch, I'm skidding out in a 'Rari or Benz

I'm hard to impress, I'm scribbling out of a marvelous pen

If y'all cheated death, I'm getting up out of a coffin to win

If y'all getting dressed, I'm dripping up out a faucet in Flint

I charted this jet, I literally might throw caution to wind

Got bars to reflect, my spit is a microcosm to phlegm

If your blueprint ain't come from Hov, then you should copy LeBron's

If you losin' yourself for gold, then that's what got you to bronze

Muhammad Ali, Haile Selassie, Gaddafi, Saddam

The Black man is God, not a goddamn mafia don

If you ever meet B.I.G. in Heaven, nigga, tell him I'm dope

Even shed a tear for Voletta in this letter I wrote

It goes, "Dear Mr. Write-Raps, diss me, I diss you right back

Backpedalin' like Mike Jack hittin' the ice patch"

Ratchet niggas have to buy bags to get they wife back

Laugh at niggas if you buy black to get the whites back

When players turnin' ill and innovators earnin' millions

The denigrated just integrate it then burn the building

The summers turn to killing and sermons become the healing

And prisons filled with niggas determined to turn a villain

She marry you with Little House on the Prairie views

Shit don't work out, she get her a spouse like Terry Crews

[Chorus: IDK]

Men lie, women lie, dogs don't lie

When they fuck, all they know is doggystyle

Boys lie, girls lie, everybody lie

What the fuck? Who to trust?

[Verse 3: IDK]

No fuckin' with hoes that's changin' how the energy flow

I cut off the hoes, now let's see how their green gon' grow

A Black (Black) Beatle, I'm sliding with the Ringo flow

I'm that (That) needle, they eyes roll 'cause I'm uncut dope

And amongst those trolls, how many niggas know what I know?

No one, and if they did, they'd own at least one home

But they lease one home with million-dollar earnings

Chains dripping in water, but their portfolio's burning, I'm prayin'

I need a sermon, they tryna play in the streets like they Frogger

I call 'em Kermit, I hope they learning

My wit come from Ye, my swagger a little Jay

My humor from Eminem, this beat like Just Blaze

Get bitches like I'm Pharrell, am I lying? No, I'm for real

Do business like Iovine influenced, but I'm me

Whoever tried to test me didn't do the math

Maybe they should take the test inside my Harvard class, facts

[Outro: IDK]

Men lie, women lie

Dogs don't lie when they fuck