[Chorus: Eryn Allen Kane and Saba]

Ridin' 'til the sun up, runnin' into cover

This one for my brothers

Get up and get on it, not up for discussion

Don't waste your life on nothing

Remembering them all, if I'm living large

You are all the cause

This for you, this for you

This for y'all

[Verse 1: Saba]

On my second bowl of cereal, second semester

Me and my classmates all on separate sections

City on the rise from decadent anthems

Funny they wanna see us all rot just

Drown out the ant farm, used to rock Phat Farm

Used to watch Cat Dog, now you a rap star

Cause the vocab was tough, head in the lap with a with a 4' doubled up

From a mile away, still know that it's us

Clearly [???] enough

And I started hating this song while writin' it

She came to my crib and she leave with bites and shit

I can't even sleep in my bed

I still got degrees on my head

The temperature hot

I can't even leave, come out here one day go for 10 bucks a pop while my niggas get shot around here

Pound it, pound it, nigga show love to the coldest on the crow's nest

Solar system, pick my pen up been a loser been a winner

Pick my chin up, sky the limits, Silkk The Shocker, got no limit, limit

Lemon wedges in the water, we in the air but we ain't started, uh

[Chorus: Eryn Allen Kane and Saba]

Ridin' 'til the sun up, runnin' into cover

This one for my brothers

Get up and get on it, not up for discussion

Don't waste your life on nothing

Remembering them all, if I'm living large

You are all the cause

This for you, this for you

This for y'all

[Verse 2: Saba]

Young nerd Neutron, didn't fuck with my prom

But turned in writin' prompts, but grandma got a lawn

Uncle on lock, they probably scared I got a bong

But Jimmy good, he all straight

We know this nigga beatin' his case

I don't drink but I just may

Treat my homies to a case

Like how you innocent in inner city

They scared of you like Insidious city kid

City on the brink of extinction

And all we do is sing songs, I see y'all

Cause the funeral love the young brother who doesn't know better

But where is the hater that stay down when they actin' up in the first place

Worst case scenario we make it out alive and uninjured

Then that'll be news forreal because we not statistics

And it took eighteen years but he finally not scared to talk his shit

Still O.C. with it can't seem to control his fuckin' temper

And rap is just fuckin' templates, I can capture a couple pictures

Change the caption description and y'all still wanna look at him different

Instagram him and Twit pic, then ask the masses who this is

And I'll only get mentions, like that's the same exact nigga

[Chorus: Eryn Allen Kane and Saba]

Ridin' 'til the sun up, runnin' into cover

This one for my brothers

Get up and get on it, not up for discussion

Don't waste your life on nothing

Remembering them all, if I'm living large

You are all the cause

This for you, this for you

This for y'all

[Verse 3: MC Tree]

And even if we don't get rich up out up this bitch

We don't get ticks on Priceline quick

Enough to where they jump, way way up

And you can't afford the shit

We still gon' do it my nigga

We still gon'-still gon' screw on them bitches

A couple of pills if that what you into

If that what you into

I feel you, it's real, I think in my mental

It come out the deal, it's [?] what you [?]

I treat you like Blood

And I treat you like Cuz, 'cuz

Yo it's us and them, red stripes, on the corner every night

Argue though you dead right, and I'm dead wrong, no headlights

And them red lights behind us, they don't mean nothin' as long as you don't

Go reachin' for something then give them a reason to shoot up the truck up

We get out, we runnin', we yellin', "Yo fuck it"

Cause you supposed to be protectin' and servin' the public

And all of the ruckess

We stickin' together [?] out on your mothers

Say hi to your mama

And in the end though

I wanna see you in the endzone

Or a Benzo with the rims high

And the tint low 'cause you stayed down

Nigga ten toe, we like kinfolk

Bendo, on a bitch oh

Take turns like she a Nintendo

Understand me, 10-4

(Tree)

[Outro: Eryn Allen Kane]

It's for you, it's for you

It's for y'all