[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]

Aight

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]

Who want some of Debo? Love god, but I ain't Tebow

'Cause I be out here takin' shots for fouls against me like a free throw

Ooh, that's nasty, free all my dogs like lassie

If ya ever touch Fat or Baby Fat, hell, ya might as well buy a casket

Ooh, I'm a savage, when it come to static, it get problematic

If you touch my lineage or cabbage, I can't have it

Most of my patnas don't know who they dad is, it get tragic

Where I'm from ain't lavish, they grew up some bastards

Chasing cash and coochie, and it usually came from lack of guidance

That's why I ain't moved by all these goofy actin' rappers wylin'

It's astounding how much counseling we need for PTSD

I can't fathom the amount of counsel we need in the streets

It's offensive, that's why I'm not apprehensive with the tech

I was really in them trenches, then transcended out the jects

Don't believe me? Go ask Ceece, ask Lil Early, ask K-Dub

Hell, ask Fat, I'm so swat, I scream southwest when we make love

It's just in me, no pretending, my hand's the only thing that's friendly

I don't need a Beamer, Benz, or a Bentley to have a whole slew of bops compliment me

The gold in my teeth was done complimentary

The flow is unique and lowkey relentless

My goal is to speak, to folk without bending

The truth and to free the globe from pretending, ooh

[Chorus: Fat & Nell]

Aight, bet, if you don't feel that, then you prolly dead

If you get slapped and don't fight back, that mean you prolly scared

But it's all gravy where we from, that mean you just a lame

When Debo come, if you don't run, you better tuck yo chain

Yeah, yeah, aight, bet, if you don't feel that, then you prolly dead (Ooh)

If you get slapped and don't fight back, that mean you prolly scared (Don't be scared)

But it's all gravy where we from, that mean you just a lame (You so lame)

When Debo come, if you don't run, you better tuck yo chain

[Verse 2: Fat]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It's the young queen, mother, baby, what it do?

If I bark, then my squad bark, like a cue (Aw, hell)

And we bite, but we don't fight unless it get greasy

Bring danger anywhere we be, you'll be endangered species, ooh

My flow torch like tiki, ooh, I resort if need be too

Violence, if my tribe riots, we in yo grill like BBQ

Pack hardware like CPU 'cause Shaitan be plotting

But I stay on my toes like stockings and on guard like Stockton

[Verse 3: Nell]

Ooh, my beats bang like Compton, ooh

I'm stone cold like Austin, ooh

My flow wild like Rodman, every bar deserve a coffin, ooh

Cause I'm killing it, the feeling is surreal when ya building with

The ones who held you down and instilled you with

The thoughts that you should dwell where the spirit is, and

I'm appreciative, deceased the weeks, the beats couldn't reach the kids

I used to teach the lief techniques to win

But now I beast on beats and release the pen

Every now and then to display my zen

I tell my kin it's more than one way to win

They show they skin and know it's portrayed as sin

But my flow let them know they got Yah within

[Chorus: Fat & Nell]

Aight, bet, if you don't feel that, then you prolly dead

If you get slapped and don't fight back, that mean you prolly scared

But it's all gravy where we from, that mean you just a lame

When Debo come, if you don't run, you better tuck yo chain

Yeah, yeah, aight, bet, if you don't feel that, then you prolly dead (Ooh)

If you get slapped and don't fight back, that mean you prolly scared (Don't be scared)

But it's all gravy where we from, that mean you just a lame (You so lame)

When Debo come, if you don't run, you better tuck yo chain