[Verse 1] Take me back to Seattle in the '90's If I could hide back in time that's probably where you'd find me Grunging in a dungeon with a punching bag Finding rappers to indulge I'd probably eat my lunch like that Viscous, yeah you probably been a punk like that Breaking backs on these kids, when I dunk like Shaq (oh) Listen to the way the funk is back A lot of highs in that tiny little junky bag (yeah) A lot of hair on that crazy head A lot of blood, yeah, that's some crazy red I'm sickening of the people that know me But f** 'em Because every time they see me out they're whispering to duck him They see me then they hug em' They leave em' and then they cuss em' See, I've grown accustomed to loving just when they snub em' Knuckling down, you better buckle up and take the ride Cause I ain't going nowhere, but I know how to hide [Chorus] I said, you know the way that I hide I said, you know the way that I hide [Verse 2] Can't we be perfect, and call ourselves the Kennedy's? Up in the drop top, I'll take a shot for the enemies Nah, they won't let us be the images She'll die from the pressure if her man get's into it Moving as a syndicate Just a kid with some wind in it No sail to keep me moving, I'm falling, I'm Jeremy Lin-ing it No nixing this, no Nixon either, won't resign from this How they gonna knock the kid rapping up in his prime for this? A little lime for this patron, spends his time for this A lot of people find the time to confide in his confidence I'm robbing banks metaphorically when I spit this money I'm still 19 and hustling to get this money [Chorus]