Get 'em, what it is, what it
does, what it is, what it isn't
Looking for a better way to get
Instead of getting on the
And checking on who hit me, get
Thrift shop, pimp-strut walkin'
Little bit of humble, little bit
Somewhere between like Rocky and
Sweater game, nope nope, y'all
Bad, moonwalking, this here is
My posse's been on Broadway, and
Grown music, I shed my skin and
Into everything I record to it
Let that stage light go and
Got that Bob Barker suit game
Money, stay on my craft and
stick around for those pounds
But I do that to pass the torch
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit,
Chasing dreams since I was
With the four-track, bussin'
Halfway cross that city with the
back (back) pack (pack), fat
(fat) cat (cat), crushin'
Labels out here, now they can't tell me nothin' (Hey, hey, hey)
We give that to the people, spread it across the country (Hey, hey, hey, oh)
Labels out here, now they can't tell me nothin' (Hey, hey, hey)
We give it to the people, spread it across the country (Hey, hey, hey, oh)