I may appear to be an Average Jo... [Verse 1: Tef Poe] Uh... Yea... Tef Poe... Uh... Yea... War Machine... 3... d**h is not an option... Swag... All that dumb sh**... f** hip hop... f** hip hop... Haha I ride for my villains, cry for my villains Die for my villains, we topple the ceilin's On top of my villains On top of they shoulders I stand, shots rang out from a van Ride with my n***a Kris that's my lesbian homegirl That ain't never gave a f** about sh** Down when I'm poor Still be around when a n***a get money and I'm motherf**in' rich f** all of these rap n***as ... That's how a motherf**er really do feel I'll sell my soul to the devil just to see my momma on another level ... I'm real I'll die for my n***a Nate and his son Nas Just to see my n***a's son shine like the motherf**ing sun god (Uh...) Rap f**ed up, n***a I don't give a f** I'm one of the young boys that's f**in' it up Got a red beam for my n***as smokin' on sherm, got his motherf**in' mind blown Footklan, proceed pop pills, smoke weed, in a cyclone Gettin' head 'til I get ahead, then I get ahead from the wrath of the motherf**in' po-po Caught a plane out to Cuba had a talk with my n***a Makaveli, "Let me borrow that fo-fo" Rap game gettin' f**ed in the back 'til I put her in a choke hold So, young n***a comin' up from the gutter got us all loco Boy, listened to Biggie and thought I could do it Listened to Nas and thought I could do it Listened to Jeezy and thought I could do it Listened to Jigga and thought I could do it Fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it [Hook: Tef Poe] Rap f**ed up, n***a I don't give a f** I'm one of the young boys that's f**in' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Uh... Rap f**ed up, n***a we don't give a f** We part of the young boys that's f**in' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Rap f**ed up, n***a I don't give a f** I'm one of the young boys that's f**in' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Rap f**ed up, n***a I don't give a f** I'm one of the young boys that's f**in' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Uh... [Verse 2: Tef Poe] It's the return of the pistol poppin', drug sellin', black children livin' with depleted options... uh... n***a we don't see no runnin' water, send a prayer to the sky but I don't see no savior comin'... uh... Single mother turnin' bitter, she say she don't need no n***a, she don't see what she becomin'... uh... And I'm loadin' up for my real villains In the whirl wind 'til the world ends And I'm puffin' on dro like I never did feel feelin's Six lost souls in an all black car, roll down the window and spot 'em and send 'em to the stars Then, God tell me if there's life on Mars Footklan mercenary, die for the cause I rock well with my n***a Rockwell See me in Pagedale in a f**in' jail cell You listened to Marshall and thought I could do it I listened to him and knew I could do it Fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it Fresh out the kitchen, my mission to prove it Uh... [Hook: Tef Poe] Rap f**ed up, n***a I don't give a f** I'm one of the young boys that's f**in' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Uh... Rap f**ed up, n***a we don't give a f** We part of the young boys that's f**in' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Rap f**ed up, n***a I don't give a f** I'm one of the young boys that's f**in' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Rap f**ed up, n***a I don't give a f** I'm one of the young boys that's f**in' it up Swag... Swag... Swag... Uh...