[Intro: Mogli the Iceburg]
Indie Tribe, surf gang
Ya, there ain't nothing you can do
Ya, there ain't nothing you can do, ya

[Chorus: Mogli the Iceburg]
This the way we live there ain't nothing you can do about it nothin (nothin) you can do about it (do about it)

[Verse 1: nobigdyl.]
Indie-go-tribe oh my my my
It's the boy from the 615
In the seat with the savior
Tell them demons bye bye bye
Used to be a troublemaker
Like shy guy king bowser
Cause I spit firefox like the browser
Plus you haters just [?]
What’s a third eye to a Cyclopes
Cause I’ve only got one vision till the pine box, my God
Uh, Tribe the move
Tell you what I’m gonna do
I’ma make music for those that are fighting for truth
And those that are denying the truth
I ain’t worried about you
If you do not like what we do
I just inspired the youth
Put it simply
Jesus put the cross on our cross hands daily
We tryin to pick it up like an F-150
[Verse 2 ]
Live what I say in my rhymes
What I’m sayin sometimes
I mean all of the time (That right)
Ballin sometimes
Constantly transforming Optomis Primin (Ha-Ha)
[?]
Today I felt like rapping (No)
Dilly got the gang on the track straight snappin
Puttin in work all day
We call it action
Ye ain’t know about the faith
Till you late ain’t time to relate
I walk from the boy dyin everyday
[?]
Give a bar up phase
[?]
Just change Just change when he reigns
Won’t mean the dang thing
Like your IG followers (Bang Fang Fang)
Taking shots at the lame like a jack
When you buck homeboy it’s off the principal
I mean it’s really how we live
What you gonna do?

[Half-Chorus: Mogli]
This the Way we live there ain’t nutin you can do about it
Nutin nutin you can do about it do about it
[Verse 3: ]
I’m I’m I’m I’m I’m
I’m out of my mind
Minding my manners
No manners for time
Timing my words as I’m writ in these lines
Oops
There goes the margin
You reap what you sow
And boy here comes the harvest
Come from a place where its summer all year
Spring break for a few weeks and then fall back like August
Cause the boys say you look like a target
They look for a bargain
I look for the soul that look like they’re starvin
Raised with Gorillas and vultures and God us
Fear not a thing in the block when they Wylin'
Ain’t nothing about it
Don’t make me run up to my crew about it
And if there’s pressure on my chest I write a tune about it
Then I put some tune up on it
Like ain’t nothing you can do

[Chrous]