[Chorus: Salia Joseph]
The rez stand up, the rez stand up
You didn't even see us coming
The rez stand up, the rez stand up
M-I-N-A-Y is up to something

[Verse 1: Yung Trybez]
Rez boy, he got rich
Grandkid from the late Granny Francis
With a pen and a pad, he handed
Creative juice runs in the family
So I pour my heart on this sheet in lil slips (what else?)
Let it be, boy, flick of the wrist my flow pick up speed (what else?)
Let it be, boy, impeccable flow, I give in and go
I do it for the kids and people at the sto', stay woke, kids
And to the parents, don't tell me what I can't say or what's appropriate
I can't be good with these associates
Like drugs are bad but can't talk about opiates
You know me, I'm explosive (run)
I'll shake the can before I let you open it
Like a pack of mentos, little bit of coke in it
Rez boy dream, little bit of hope in it
Flippin' the boilin' point, chemist the menace
When my girlfriend's here, dare me to open it?
Nah, I ain't that stupid, I'm a snotty nose rez kid, translucent
New name in the game, get used to it
Like a rez dog's bark we rough, get it? (Get it?)
If it didn't pack a punch then I ain't finish
Mama said don't quit when I flunked out of business
Put it on my stat sheet, I'm still grinnin'
Always sucked at the mad minute, lord be my witness, nothing ever adds up
Till I entered the booth, minay spit the truth till the rez stand up

[Chorus: Salia Joseph]
The rez stand up, the rez stand up
You didn't even see us coming
The rez stand up, the rez stand up
M-I-N-A-Y is up to something

[Verse 2: Young D]
Rez boy, I stay rez
Thank the creator I stay blessed
With a big-time playset, half-baked on the pineapple express
All aboard, y'all, this the crazy train, I'm [?]
Got some boys here drinkin' like a rockstar
While some other boys smokin' like a rasta
To each his own, mi casa su casa (word)
For real though, minay all day, that my kinfolk (word!)
I'm unapologetic nowadays, okay?
'Cause all my minays been assholes
I'm Thomas in the streets and Victor in the sheets
With long hair, I don't care, the fuck is a weave?
Put together the pieces (what's that?)
Long hair with a beard, call me native Jesus
[?] 'cause I got game, baby, pick me first
And for what it's worth, I'm still stuck on Indian time, such a curse
But please understand it that I love my band and capiche I'll grind till my pockets are beast
Me and my team be some really OGs
Not gangsters, stupid, I mean [?]
Google that, I hail from Kitamaat, Google Maps
People of the Snow, I ain't talkin' 'bout coke
But the snow can go for days, Google facts (true)
Glasses on, McLovin'
Oh my god, it's sin I'm comin'
They tell us some say we ain't gon' be nothin'
I just reply every sick cousin (cousin)
Every sick cousin (sick cousin)
Drinks runnin' out, take sips, cousin
It's at the point I've had it with lips
'Cause I'm your average savage, I'm young'un

[Chorus: Salia Joseph]
The rez stand up, the rez stand up
You didn't even see us coming
The rez stand up, the rez stand up
M-I-N-A-Y is up to something

[Outro: Salia Joseph & Yung Trybez]
Uh-huh, comin' up on ya blindside
It's M-I-N-A-Y, woo
You didn't even see us comin'
Men lie, women lie, but the rez don't so recognize
M-I-N-A-Y is up to something