[Verse 1: Amari Juwon]

I'm a leader of the new school

Government gonna have to fuck around and misrule

It's cool, my lyricism is too intense for them new dudes

Cause I got too much fucking soul for these new shoes

Is you on my fucking level? Hell nah

Prince Hova got that god flow, God, boy

Been sober for a long time I enjoy

Being the illest nigga alive, I don't lie boy

Life shares history, I make believe

Histomy, trapped inside of my body when really I'm a superbeing

Ask you Lord, I said sorry, is you gonna snifle the Cs?

I pray that all these bubble niggas renegade the team

Surgical prayer for [?] when I rip it out of me

The vertical layer for these beater rhymes because of me

Emergical haters on the scene cause of my ill rhyme scheme

Irreversible sprayer, when I hit the trigger you gotta leave

I chose this flow, I rose to go

We'll find your song, get the shot dust kill

These doctors kicked your bitch like soccer

Feel the vibe of Prince Hova, Jeak, Chris, Fig, HMG, and Alpha

Off beat bitch, suck it!

[Hook]

(Red hat, red hat) We run this shit

Taking over while they wonder how we done the shit (Red hat, red hat)

Niggas struggling, they be rolling with coronas and guns equipped (Red hat)

Following the dumbest shit (Red hat)

Leader of Republicans (Red hat)

Always on some other shit, so be a leader and don't follow IN THE wondering (Red hat, red hat)

We run this shit

Taking over while they wonder how we done the shit (Red hat, red hat)

We run this shit

Taking over while they wonder how we done the shit (Red hat)

We run this shit

Taking over while they wonder how we done the shit (Red hat, red hat)

We run this shit

Taking over while they wonder how we done the shit

[Verse 2: Jeak Rivers]

Blessings, no need for tissue

Blissful down by the Bayou

Pondering about society, why are we being lied to?

Light a fire, burn, and riots when a nigga die

Kinda hypocritical, subliminals within the lines, but I know!

I'm rapping for the dumb niggas

The dumb niggas

The dumb niggas, I'll say it over like tongue twisters

Never stutter, yet weight remain a buck fifty

Fuck with me like women, we needing company

KO composing concotions WITH toxins

And hoping to shoot for the stars like a rocket

They'll gaze from afar like "Damn he done made it!"

Started the movement and paved they own way

To escape from the gates and goddamn they got famous

Painting mosaics, young artisan ain't he? Ez

They waiting for KKK like damn, Jeak is starving them ain't he?

Ain't he, only sixteen and in college?

Jeez, please, hop off my dick

Studio sessions about every week

We gonna give you your fix, Jeak