[Produced by Black Milk] Last week I got beat up This week I'm chillin' with my feet up And you know well yeah that we up Crossing seas, trade 2K for FIFA Spin the globe and see what Country your finger lands on, we'll get visas We'll be playing and they'll be screaming Or just bobbin' their head but they'll be feeling whatever we doing It's whatever, they moving Y'all don't know the movement, it's moment Y'all don't know one component that goes in it Y'all ain't authentic man just cause you old critic Y'all got me so over it, done Any hate man, I won, I take it in like the sun It's like vitamin D to me The hate make me a deity Charge me, all me, godly Flows come out of me at the party When you take a crack at us saying we ain't black enough But you can't back it up, man back it up Wait, take a step back Get back the way things were Take a look-look at the way these words bounce Up, down, left, right, make these turns Funny how, funny how hate is earned Funny how, funny how hate is earned