I'm on some (sshhh ... sshhh ...)
Watch what you do (do)
Who ya do it with (with)
Who ya do it to (to)
I'm on some (sshhh ... sshhh ...)
Watch what you do (do)
Who ya.... yo
(dNA)
Yo!
(Verse 1)
I don't give a [_#%$_] what you think of me
What you think of my life (life)
What you think about what I think about?
*Chik-chika-POW* - takin' your life (life)
Flicker like a lightswitch, oh (oh)
Giving me the evil eye
Watching me to see if I even try
Big Brother with the Eagle Eye
CCTV on live
Everybody tryna read between my lines
Compromised police read me my rights
And see me as guilty 'fore I'm even tried
Now, my big homie, that's Judge [___#%$___]
She throws me in jail for like nuthin
I guess a break-and-enter ain't nuthin
But still, it ain't like I'm violent, hijacking pilots
You can track the mileage, I'm real
Tryna think what I did to attract the vilest
I'm Baskin-Robbins, I'm chill
Tell me, what's your problem?
In my hometown, you either skirt the laws
Or you fail
All these first-class citizens
Going on about fittin' in
Only thing I care about fittin' in is
A Large or XL
I got some [_#%$_] I wanna run past these fools
And I'm on my peaceful P's & Q's
Until you light up my fuse, (so, y'knowww)
Two-zero-one-oh: moved back for the summer
Looking like someone from 'Gummo'
A son of a son-of-a-gun, though -
With a gun in your ribs, you just dunno
Grip; white knuckles
Watch what you do (do)
Who ya do it with (with)
Who ya do it to (to)
I'm on some (sshhh ... sshhh ...)
Watch what you do (do)
Who ya.... yo
(dNA)
Yo!
(Verse 1)
I don't give a [_#%$_] what you think of me
What you think of my life (life)
What you think about what I think about?
*Chik-chika-POW* - takin' your life (life)
Flicker like a lightswitch, oh (oh)
Giving me the evil eye
Watching me to see if I even try
Big Brother with the Eagle Eye
CCTV on live
Everybody tryna read between my lines
Compromised police read me my rights
And see me as guilty 'fore I'm even tried
Now, my big homie, that's Judge [___#%$___]
She throws me in jail for like nuthin
I guess a break-and-enter ain't nuthin
But still, it ain't like I'm violent, hijacking pilots
You can track the mileage, I'm real
Tryna think what I did to attract the vilest
I'm Baskin-Robbins, I'm chill
Tell me, what's your problem?
In my hometown, you either skirt the laws
Or you fail
All these first-class citizens
Going on about fittin' in
Only thing I care about fittin' in is
A Large or XL
I got some [_#%$_] I wanna run past these fools
And I'm on my peaceful P's & Q's
Until you light up my fuse, (so, y'knowww)
Two-zero-one-oh: moved back for the summer
Looking like someone from 'Gummo'
A son of a son-of-a-gun, though -
With a gun in your ribs, you just dunno
Grip; white knuckles
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