[Verse 1: Bwe] I up out west, Lockwood, Chicago Ave They used to beat my ass 'til I fighting back to OP, I was OC, Mowgli Grew up with and some snakes, niggas phonies Bad ass nigga, throwin' trash yellin' If you go Curry, I'ma go drops flow over me, hope my ex get over me I witnessed the older me die in that match Why are we drones, so alive in this Bad bitch wedlock, to make her bed rock Rock bottom get, up like a headshot strong but dead wrong like a landlocked dreadnaught Dread not shawty, uh, why play bad It's too many bad cops, it's too many ops Fufu stand down, don't make JuJu stand up Do you like druff, dust you with these hands bruh bad as fuck, what I think she a I she a cancer But moon lanta Move like a caveman, comes the spaceman
Supa Bwe] Make way, space man comes the spaceman Make way, make man Down the spaceman way, make space man Down comes the Make way, space man Down comes the I'm so spaced
2: Saba] I grew up Austin Ave where they used to my ass, yeah Started back but I still got my ass whooped Blood on the curb I learned to use my words And now the whole block Glocks like the purge I knew I belong so I started writing songs I was looking for a like Kanye on Cottage Grove I was lowkey, undercover I caught a cold Still mopey, sad as fuck, in search of pot of That pot turned to dollars, then dollars turned into Before the flight talk to grandma, she know I be goin' To the moon and then back and I haven't all my bags But I plan to land and put my foot down and then put the flag in Beauty around like a pageant since I found what I was passionate Family 'bout my cap and a gown I can imagine it now, how they sound If I were to get a or at least a bachelor out, down