Can’t Hold Us Kurt Hugo Schneider (Ft. MAX)

Let's do it
C'mon!
What's up baby?

Na na na na na na na na

Return of the Mac, get up!
What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't
Looking for a better way to get out of bed
Instead of getting on the internet
And checking a new hit me, get up!

Fresh out pimp strut walking
Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like rocky and Cosby
Sweatergang nope nope y'all can't copy
Yup. Bad, moonwalking, this here
Is our party, my posse's been on Broadway

And we did it, our way
Grown music, I shed my skin
And put my bones into everything I record to it
And yet I'm on
Let that stage light go and shine on down, got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style

Money, stay on my craft
And stick around for those pounds
But I do that to pass the torch
And put on for my town
Trust me
I'm a I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustler
Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track
Bussing halfway cross that city
With the backpack, fat cat, crushing