Studio Ground Rules Pivot Gang

[Intro: Saba]
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
No, no, no, it go- it go like this, look
Hmm

[Chorus: Saba]
Don't stand out, sit down, shut up
Oh, you smoke? Roll up, don't stand out
Don't call next on 2K, you not next
Don't pop up, be low-key 'til we say you can speak
Don't talk loud 'til we laugh
Oh, you rap? Don't rap for us, don't pass us no square smoke
Don't stare bro, Snapchat or IG
High-key, be low-key, don't come with yo' posse
Be dolo or plus one if we- look, you get it right? Look

[Verse 1: Saba]
Heart on my sleeve like a hoodie
I'm from the hood, put yo' hoodie up
Cops would just put they hoods up, killin' kids for they hoodie
Sometimes I think I'm not hood enough
Hip hop made me feel similar
There's a hood, there's a Zimmerman
But I'm under the hood, rev the engine up
Since Walt was sended up, that could've just ended us
Instead, we protected, now it's multi-dimensional
That's why I really don't give no fuck
About how they be talkin' down like that's just momentum for us
The pinnacle of success is a dangerous point
Plus the same niggas hatin' on you be flamin' your joints
You smokin' weed in the studio with niggas who don't like you, huh?
That just sound dumb to me, and I don't even smoke
Oh, you over rich
Yet somehow your friends don't even post your shit
I'm post-apocalyptic, by myself I'm on some sober shit
I could've went to Oberlin, instead I chose to coexist
Where grass grow on the concrete
How the sidewalk look like forests