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You think it’s all about the swag

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You think it’s all about the bag

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Really we just spit the facts

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Really you just wouldn’t last

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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

New Kid

Yeah

New kid on the block, a Smith & Wesson in my locks (locks)

Head is just a weapon and I look like static shock

One time for the threads, I got the blessing from my pop (once)

Two times for the paper like a second Michael Scott

Serpent said the name was Lucy and she’s recruiting

I’ma get the holy lose leaf and get to shooting

Say you know a better roster, please introduce me

Indie Tribe the biggest movement since freeing Boosie

I came from the clay just like I’m Cassius' son

I’ma be the greatest like I’m Ash Ketchum

Yeah, got some living water, I could pass you some

And the way that I be spraying gonna have you Harlem shaking like

Shake it, shake it, shake it, I’ma shake it off

Like Taylor, I’m a Saiyan, I’m a spirit bomb

I’m a slayer, I’m a slayer like I play guitar

Just a player with the head that’s like a cinder block

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Turn me up, turn me up

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Let me cut them off

You think it’s all about the swag

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You think it’s all about the bag

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Really we just spit the facts

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Really you just wouldn’t last

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Yeah

Look

New kid on the block, a Smith & Wesson in my locks

Head is just a weapon and I look like static shock

One time for the threads, I got the blessing from my pop (once)

Two times for the paper like a second Michael Scott

Fresh off tour, I got the juice, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bless my Lord, I got the loot

Kiss my boo then hit the booth, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got the force like I was Luke

Not a fool, spit the truth, out my tooth, yeah

Take you to really new altitudes, yeah

And my crew got the cool interludes, yeah uh

Made it through out the tomb did I lose, yeah uh

I hit Marty on the cell, he call me Padawan

Most you rappers don’t believe what you got tatted on

You say the kids are all gimmicks and we don’t get it

But you just readin' the script and we really live it

Metaphysics — way I write it, they gon' quote it like the POTUS penned it

Keep my focus on my soul, not on your own opinion

Got the Tribe all on our skin and on my golden pendant

So you know the difference

Yeah

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

You think it’s all about the swag

(over here)

You think it’s all about the bag

(over here)

Really we just spit the facts

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Really you just wouldn’t last

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