[Intro] Uh uh uh uh uh IGH! Nana naaaaa Yup Oooh! Nanana [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 k** 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 IGH! [Hook] Back up in this b**h I'm back up in this thaaang I'm back up in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h Back up in this b**h Get it crackin' in this b**h I'm back up in this b**h [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 sh** been lower case Lower cla**, 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, n***a