(Chorus) This is what you get x2 When you mess with us, with us (Verse 1: Aaron Cohen) So committed that I should be committed If you want it, come and get it, got Seattle on my fitted Running down my leg and they claimed I never sh** it Yeah, so I could give a f** about a critic What, I need Pitchfork to tell me how dope I am ? Like I need accountants to tell me how broke I am Like I need my ex girl to tell me what a joke I am But honestly the jokes on them A million deep and we all screaming swag Got my hand on my balls cause that's all that I have With my vans kind of dirty and my pants kind of sagg We laugh about the game like it's not that bad This is cool, you don't wanna see me mad I go Wu, and scream on your a** like your dad Trader Joe flow yeah I got it in the bag I don't care what you rep throw up that white flag like (Chorus) (Verse 2: Aaron Cohen) All of our idols are dead or suicidal So keeping the dream alive is so damn vital Not going for approval, I'm going for the title And f** your blog, my name is in the bible Don't get me wrong, we'd love to put you on But our radio station only plays five f**ing songs Yo it's cool, I don't get upset I kick a hole in your chest And rip your soul out your neck Cause I dug so deep and my heart's cracks in creva**es I could see it man I'm standing at the precipice Of dropping some of this years most impressive sh** Cause big rappers don't know what a recession is The american dream is a dream deferred You live the life that they prefer I don't run with the herd cause the herd is herbs I sit back like damn you nerds got nerve