[Verse 1] Young black boy How he got the labels scared? A&R's like "Chano, you ain't playin fair!" You gon' set a bad example for the average bear You a yogi, you should idle while in child's position I be like, naw, these my sons this prenatal care I'mma show em how to make it here and make it fair Take it there they could kill me and I ain't gon' care You is just an ankle weight, lighter than some angel cake Sweeter than some maple syrup, easier than ableton Make a plate and make it player Make em play it Just don't count your sheep before they hatch You chickens 'fore your eggs or eat your dinner 'fore you say your prayer
[Hook] Back up in this bitch I'm back up in this thaaang I'm back up in this bitch I'm back up in this bitch I'm strapped up in this bitch Get it crackin' in this bitch I'm back up in this bitch
[Verse 2] Young tactician Just got my taxes finished Beat the tortoise by a hair In an '04 Ford Taurus On a spare with a wax finish Theres a lot of metaphors, you just lack vision You just bad business UH! All your shit been lower case Lower class, lower key I'm the only minor minority in priority Sippin' gin and tonic while I plot upon authority Author of my horoscope, feeling like the oracle Ain't no rules, nigga IGH!