MINUTEMEN

Yeah

You know who it is

Me and my brothers dressed in all white like minute men (Yeah)

Could never wish death upon no one like its "Many Men"

FIfty cent up on the dollar, how that make any sense? (It don't)

They try to scam an indie artist for his many bands

Man, I got it in my hands though

God ain't gon' give the kid something he can't handle

I couldn't paint a better picture if I was Van Gogh (Boy)

I went all up in this rap game, it ain't a gamble (Yeah)

Ayy, L-O-G-E, cookin' on the beat (Yeah)

Me and him is locked in like penitentiaries

O-M-G, we found the recipe (What?)

Load up the beat and kill it, man, homie rest in peace

I'm so blessed, baby, I'm sniffin' out the nose

Me and my old self so different, swear you never know

Pop up out the A like I'm the man, ain't talkin' shawty low

Head to toe, dripped in D-O, they ask me, "What are those?"

Copped a smoothie for the stu', I'm hittin' gyros

Shout out to Jesus, He rose

Yeah, I stayed the villain, I be the—

Man, Swai' hit the ceilin', swish, D. Rose

Me and my brothers dressed in all white like minute men (Yeah)

Could never wish death upon no one like its "Many Men"

FIfty cent up on the dollar, how that make any sense? (It don't)

They try to scam an indie artist for his many bands

Man, I got it in my hands though

God ain't gon' give the kid something he can't handle

I couldn't paint a better picture if I was Van Gogh (Boy)

I went all up in this rap game, it ain't a gamble (Yeah)

It's S-W-A-I-Z-Y

And it's D-O-C 'til I die

Yeah, pew, pew