[Verse 1: Hop] They call it frat rap, ‘cause I'm white, and I drink your beer Really though I'm past that, I don't write what I think you hear Why you gotta act like something's wrong? Like it's a problem that the college kids f** with my songs Shut your mouth kid, I'm busy blowing ounces You're busy blowing dudes for a couple of used pouches Ha, now watch me move mountains Mixtape number three, but try to tell me who's counting Microphone check for once, so I'mma roll my problems, ready to blow the smoke out my sun roof As always, like I can rap and produce But I still gotta work at Acme wrapping produce That's a b**h, but it's life And I'mma keep living it It's free now, but soon, I can sell ‘em a little bit Tell ‘em wait until I get my money hella legitimate f** if they never listen, I should be selling ‘em Ritalin [Hook] x2 This is how we do, seizing the day I see ‘em sleeping away, but I'm just leaving ‘em lay, hey You don't need another reason to stay Said it's Hobson man and Reefer dude, we leading the way [Verse 2: Reef] Hola mi amor, I just met you I came in this game with a dream and a brew Hobson on the beat, and we were just dreamers One year later, see my fans in the bleachers Frolic in my intellect and revel in my soul I listen to the stories that, never been told I look to the stars, that I've never seen before Cause I'm doing some sh** they've, never done before An Arab on the beat, sounds so illogical And rapping ‘bout the burbs, so paradoxical But it's so full of truth, listen to our chronicles Trust me we're your fam, and fortune is the moniker See they tried to, but they could never understand Thinking it's all bright, but they can't see the plan The plot line of it all, see we shine and then they fall I'm on my tippy-toes hoping to forever stay tall, man [Hook] x2 This is how we do, seizing the day I see ‘em sleeping away, but I'm just leaving ‘em lay, hey You don't need another reason to stay Said it's Hobson man and Reefer dude, we leading the way