Dyllie, okay
You think it's all about the swag (over here)
You think it's all about the bag (over here)
Really we just spit the facts (over here)
Really you just wouldn't last (over here)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
New Kid
Yeah
New kid on the block a Smith & Wesson in my locks
Hell is just a weapon and I look like static shock
One time for the dreads I got the blessing from my pop
Two times for the paper like the second Michael Scott
Serpent said the name was Lucy and she's recruiting
I'ma get the holey lose leaf and get to shooting
Say you know a better roster, please introduce me
Indie Tribe the biggest movement since freeing Boosie
I came from the cage just like I'm Cash's son
I'ma be the greatest like I'm Ash Ketchum
Yeah, got some living water, I could pass you some
And the way that I be spraying gonna have you Harlem shaking like
Shake it, shake it, shake it, I'ma shake it off
Like Taylor
I'm a Saiyan, I'm a spirit bomb
I'm a slayer, I'm a slayer like I play guitar
Just a player with the head that's like a cinder block
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Let me cut them off
You think it's all about the swag (over here)
You think it's all about the bag (over here)
Really we just spit the facts (over here)
Really you just wouldn't last (over here)
Look
New kid on the block a Smith & Wesson in my locks
Hell is just a weapon and I look like static shock
One time for the dreads I got the blessing from my pop
Two times for the paper like the second Michael Scott
Fresh off tour, I got the juice
Bless my Lord, I got the loot
Kiss my boot and hit the booth
Got the force like I was Luke
Not a fool, spit the truth, out my tooth, yeah
Take you to really new altitudes, yeah
And my crew got the cool interludes, yeah uh
Made it through out the tomb if I lose, yeah uh
I hit Marty on the celly, call me Padawan
Most you rappers don't believe what you got tatted on
You say the kids are all gimmicks and we don't get it
But you just readin' the script and we really live it
Metaphysics, wait, I wrote it,
They gon' quote it like the POTUS penned it
Keep my focus on my soul, not on your own opinion
Got the Tribe all on our skin and on my golden pendant
So you know the difference
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You think it's all about the swag (over here)
You think it's all about the bag (over here)
Really we just spit the facts (over here)
Really you just wouldn't last (over here)