Key: F Minor [HOOK] They ain't see it, but this place about to blow. They've got everything about us, we exposed. (OH MY GOD) Yeah, they all up in ou˜insr cameras, strike a pose. (OH MY GOD) Motherfuck that thang you talking, what you know? [VERSE ONE] I know I don’t post enough. I don’t need to stunt about it, yeah, they know what’s up. Everything they’ve put in place, yeah it ain’t holdin up. So i’m tryna leave my mark before it turn to dust. Yeah, I’m here to stay, see no other way. Can’t stay in one place, too much shit to say. too much shit to make, gotta world to see, my brother. Y’all don’t need to know about it, that’s a courtesy, my brother. Scuse me, pardon me. No more working hard, we working smarter: Need a vacay for my father and the drip for future daughter. I don’t wanna hit the lotto, i just wanna hit returns. Ain’t no daylight just to burn. we keep moving, no return. Woi. [HOOK] They ain't see it, but this place about to blow. They've got everything about us, we exposed. Yeah, they all up in our cameras, strike a pose. Motherfuck that thang you talking, what you know? They ain't see it, but this place about to blow. They've got everything about us, we exposed. Yeah, they all up in our cameras, strike a pose. Motherfuck that thang you talking, what you know? [VERSE TWO] Roll through in my mom’s hoopty, I’m racing, Lightning McQueen. I’m running behind cuz she need it by 9 and it’s already 9:17. See the crop and you know it’s the cream, See the clique we be livin the dream. Lucid, get wit the movement. Get on it soon, we keep it exclusive. I stay in bloom. I be a mime making moves but you won’t see me talking; But when Im not being mum, I’ve got the fire tongue like i be eatin wasabi. I’ll be the king of that Somerset County, your head on a bounty if you thinking different. I’ve got the heart of a beast this is larger than me it’s a movement a mission. Listen, Look at my eyes, they got bags. Still on my victory lap. I’m just a guy with two thumbs and four eyes and one head and a whole lot of hats. My wheels are my feet I’m a flintstone. Graduate early, I’ve been grown. How does he keep it together. What do we say if they ask?? They ain't see it, but this place about to blow. They've got everything about us, we exposed. Yeah, they all up in our cameras, strike a pose. Motherfuck that thang you talking, what you know? CHORUS (All) They ain't see it, but this place about to blow. They've got everything about us, we exposed. Yeah, they all up in our cameras, strike a pose. Motherfuck that thang you talking, what you know? They ain't see it, but this place about to blow. They've got everything about us, we exposed. Yeah, they all up in our cameras, strike a pose. Motherfuck that thang you talking, what you know?

[hook] Ziploc for the breakfast, that be the mood. We can’t get too precious, we gotta move. I’ve been rolling reckless, I gotta snooze. But what else is new? I’m so fly, when I pull up, I leave no tracks. We done make so many hits they talking smack. We so on the move, I swear I don’t unpack. Highway, highway, highway, highway, rascal flatts (aye-uh) That’s a fact (aye-uh). [verse one: MOZIAH] Making calls for some paper, that’s a fax. I be up, I be moving, I can’t slack. L is down I be high knees on the track. So profound i’m a scholar on the track. Messy from the Cortez to the line up. But our shit still the cleanest on the line up. We ain’t tryna be for-hire, we go higher. Chop it finer, see good samples we go hi-ya. I don’t nap when I need to, Keep it rolling, Iñárritu. Life be one take, ain’t no redo Gotta prep. Do the stuff when I need to Pull the rug from beneath you Bork Bork bork bork, Imma chef [hook] Ziploc for the breakfast, that be the mood. We can’t get too precious, we gotta move. I’ve been rolling reckless, I gotta snooze. But what else is new? I’m so fly, when I pull up, I leave no tracks. My fammo Proud like I be talkin Kyla Pratt. It’s bananas, all these labels Hollaback, We done make so many hits they talking smack. We so on the move, I swear I don’t unpack. Highway, highway, highway, highway, Rascal Flatts (aye-uh) That’s a fact (aye-uh). [verse two: IDKHIM] Miss me with that bullshit. ... [hook] Ziploc for the breakfast, that be the mood. We can’t get too precious, we gotta move. I’ve been rolling reckless, I gotta snooze. But what else is new? I’m so fly, when I pull up, I leave no tracks. My fammo Proud like I be talkin Kyla Pratt. It’s bananas, all these labels Hollaback, I’m eatin’ good, my wings be wildin, rascal flats (aye-uh) That’s a fact (aye-uh). [verse three: yourszlf] Going a mile a minute, I got that fuel in my engine. Gas in the tank, this a machine, not no Honda Civic. Anti freeze for breakfast, motor oil for dinner, nigga. To keep it in gear you gotta keep it switching. Switching-- Homie said only way they catch you if you standing still. uhhuh. Toldmethat he ran for days for they found him running the hills. uh huh. I can’t let my momma wait someone gotta pay them bills. uh huh. If I let my daddy wait he’s probably gone get killed, yeah. So now I’m speed racing hitting them strafe movements, yuh. Long as I got my direction then I’m gonna be cruising, yuh Know how to keep it zooming, daddy ain’t raise no Buick. They shot up his car with his bullets; but we still keeping it moving.

PROBLEM [VERSE: MOZIAH] Sweet Jesus what’s come of me? I’ve run out of steam I’ve lost my routine Reheat the flame to my keister. They coming for us this time for keeps. I snatch up my keys and stab the ignition Back on my business, back on my bull. I’m not tryna visit, I’m tryna cool. Don’t want yo permission, we tryna rule. We bit back when y’all tried to chit chat. Y’all talking ish while I’m on my Chris Pratt. Speak smack, I’m JK in Whiplash. My tracks make yo slacks go splish-splash. Giftwrapped in intact Logic tracks. Imma new Coppola on the low. Hit the chacha then gratata on you hoes. I’m a monster, I keep you kids on your toes. [CHORUS] Y’all gotta problem, problem? Let’s talk about it. Y’all gotta problem, problem? Let’s talk about it. Y’all gotta problem, problem? Let’s talk about it. Y’all gotta problem, problem? Let’s talk about it. [VERSE: Still Gosling] Yeah I got a problem problem, let’s conversate. That’s fugazi love bruv, your kind is fake. Don't play with jokers and I'll cut the ace. See the time I’m on? I wont complicate. Can’t iron it out—keep decreasing Trying to conquer logic that defeats the reason. Keep the keys in finna floor the hoopti. If the bucket break down, your girl could scoop me. It's no tie, get black-eyed, i knot things . Jane got drive. That guys on his Gosling / It's no shot, your shit's well, I'm top shelf. Matchstick, you Nic Cage, I'm Rockwell. Jane splinter cell, boy, I do it with the stealth. Never lean on a man, boy, I stand on myself. Keep it 1k, I don't do it for the wealth. Dr. Steve Brule, you should do it for your health.