(VERSE 1)

You don’t groove us, hard enough

You can’t move us, from the art of love

You carve us up, them words ain't large enough

And from the stars where we jump, baby Mars is up

I got enough time reading all the comment love

I got a racist ass neighbor that I call like “fuck you”

When I ride all around

With my windows rolled down

With the signature sound

You wanna argue bruh?

I roll, BB8

Brotha Lynch EBK

FDT all day

Doomsday due date TBA

Sweet escape

Through the sound waves

Make the TV change

Stephen King

Couldn’t write a scarier media day

Spooky

Ugh, Donald Trump to Donald Putin

Here’s a “fuck you” from every angle like Kama Sutra

Suited up, boots shoe shined, with Bazooka

Joe chewing while I serve stove top soup up

Uh, don’t ever lit it simmer, so long it resembles something you ain’t never really meant for

Uh, don’t ever let it sit pretending it’s nothing never been in the presence of what you went towards

Uh, and be present because the president is coming with his medicine for Mexicans and Islam

Uh, and we ain’t never been back pedaling from the love that we letting in you better get your shit strong

I said you better get your shit strong, yeah

I said you better get your shit strong, hey

I said you better get your shit strong, uh

At least for this one, go…

(CHORUS 2X)

Uh huh, I know you play my shit loud right

Go ahead listen up we bound to give your ass a sound byte

Uh huh, I know you play my shit loud right

Go ahead listen up, okay, here comes the sound byte

(VERSE 2)

Come here you hate filled

Ugly pig faced will

No longer spill your heart because you can’t sit still

This will

Kill you eventually you just been spinning like a wind mill

Ishmael or David, or Brother John

You misbehaving you got your colors wrong

Switch the shade up

Turn the light switch off see what you made of

This ain’t your mother pslam’s

Throw your prayers to the almighty

All sides raised up, and we all fighting

We politely decline

To seek your side’s shine

Separate the state of hate from our kinda mind

Segregated only from the snake shit

Never jaded cuz we living faithless

Never made it from the prison gates inside your mind

But somehow you swear that prayer gonna make you sacred

Hmm, I dunno how that works

I made a life’s worth not mincing words

I kept my feet on the ground so long it hurts

That I know I’m bound to rise even if I sink first

Even if i sink first, Even if I sink first

I said I know I’m bound to rise even if I sink first

Fuck it, let’s go to church…

(CHORUS 4X)