[Verse 1: Not Klyde]
Yeah
I'll tell you what I can't stand
Huhhh
No I can’t stand when they
Too many problems in my way
They gettin snakey in the grass
Yeah they pullin me away
I got a bih bih rock
But they not boogies
I got a dualshock
I’m not a bih rookie
These veterans are washed out
And we detergent, zaamwe
I make sure to credit all my homies
Broadway
Christian man
Yeah I’m followin the right way
Light weight
Mandem pull up on a skytrain
I can’t stand when problems come my way
They gettin snakey
Lurkin in the green
They really playin with my Witney
I might fly to houston
Make a hit and turn the AC
Set to coolin
Cause they heated up
I’m chillin you can touch me
Homie with the sub
They picked it up
He feelin Lucky
Rode out on the bench now
Makin 3s on D Nowitski
Swap out wit the disk
He run the risk
He playin risky with the switch
He such a bully
Hit the dust they ridin wit me
[Interlude: Ryder, CJ]
Man are you a busta?
Nah, I’m down homie

[Verse 2: Mogli the Iceburg]
I got lemon in my cup
Sippin tea I don’t drink soda
Watch me pull up make it shake
Like a PS2 controller
Yeah this ain’t saints row
I spit GTA
This that R1 R2 L1 X
Left down right up
Left down right up
Ooh I got that armor on me
I’m with Okay Kenji and
We play with paper oragami
Uhh, I’m just flexin
Cause my credit score is good
I don’t think that you could burn me
With some matches and some wood, yeah
Indie tribe the Father said
Be faithful and you good, yeah
Music took me farther
Than I ever thought I could go
Tryin to navigate an industry
That's full of cut throats
I’ll never sell my soul
But trust me gon make a buck though
[Outro: Mogli the Iceburg]
Get it?
Like, I’ll never sell my soul
Or compromise any of my values
Or anything like that but
We still gon’ get this money you feel me?

[Interlude: Alice, Dan]
I don't love you anymore
Since when?
Now. Just now. I don’t want to lie. Can’t tell the truth, so… it’s over
It doesn’t matter. I love you. None of it matters
Too late. I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye