On, we on
We on, we on
We on, we on
We on, we on
We on, we on
Cold nights, colder days in the city
Hitting low lights, stowed away with the feelings
Making ways outta nothing, it ain't nothing new
Facing game with the stakes thru the roof, yeah, yeah, yeah
We at the show, we next we know
When we on, we on, we on, we on
Riding till the streetlights hit us
Shoutout to the peace sign's realest, you with us
Back to back to back to back and back and forth I'm on the track it's
The literal jack of all and master of the passive act
Silent at the function smacked
Chatting when I'm called to chat
Smiling contemplating raps
Living what I spit it's that
Simple for me, I call the band together easily
We slide up on the beat and tee off and often leave the peace
Disturbed as heavy metal, see we riding with the fiends and thieves
And freaks and geeks and Greendale human beings, yeah
I know what I need, yeah
I been counting blessings, best to get to counting sheep
Mercy, mercy me
I been up so long, pray I don't forget to sleep
Or forgot the place that I was, to get to places I'll be
See, freedom's been the motivation since adjacent to the bodegas
And the gas stations, still impatient and sick of waiting
For some cash payments, reparations from when they stole us
We making hits and we own 'em, yo play this until we're golden, no more (Woooh)
Cold nights, colder days in the city
Hitting low lights, stowed away with the feelings
Making ways outta nothing, it ain't nothing new
Facing game with the stakes thru the roof, yeah, yeah, yeah
We at the show, we next we know
When we on, we on, we on, we on
Riding till the streetlights hit us
Shoutout to the peace sign's realest (Shoutout) you with us
Ew (Ew) girl how you suck it like that (Like that)
No condom, fuckin' the track (Fuckin', ew)
And I made all these niggas my sons (My children)
In the booth every day back to back (Back)
Been shittin' like I got the runs, ew messy
Your hoe tryna kick it like you know who (You know who)
I got the green, Gatsby
White hoe, Hey Jessie (Jessie)
I hit it then bounce like Betty (Bounce)
New green in my account, betty (Count)
She told me pull up to the getty (Getty)
Nah, coolin'
Straight to the bred's what I'm doing (Doing)
I need the ice like the Bruins (Bruins)
No Stanley, got a cup tho
APCs, got a couple of those
And my other jeans need black soap
You ain't up on clothes, I ain't gon' explain
Get my mom a crib 'fore I get a chain
Swear y'all niggas so backwards (Backwards)
Put in this work till my back hurts
My whole gang full of stackers
'Bout this cheese, no Packers (No Packers)
And we on, we on (We on, oooon)
Shittin' on you peons (Shittin'), yeah we on (We on)
We on (We on) we on
Blues with me like Beyoncé, yeah we on
Cold nights (Cold nights) colder days in the city (In the city)
Hitting low lights, stowed away with the feelings
Making ways outta nothing, it ain't nothing new
Facing game with the stakes thru the roof (Through the roof, nigga) yeah, yeah, yeah
We at the show, we next we know
When we on, we on, we on, we on
Riding till the streetlights hit us (Yewnnnn)
Shoutout to the peace sign's realest (Shoutout) you with us