[Verse 1: Malz Monday]
Look
My life a movie that’s airing at prime time
Haters talkin’ down but they watch from the sideline
My ***** it’s grind time
When I get in that booth, I knock this shit outta the park like nine times outta ten
A young Jackie Robinson
They tell me I should cross over but I ain’t Iverson
Cause honestly that just don’t align with my consciousness
You know I’m fly so I gotta stay on top of shit
Champion sweats on and some moccasins
I did some shit in my past but I was young and dumb in my defense
Remember we used to hop the fence dreamin’ I would cop a Benz
Now I’m lookin at propеrties tryna buy some land
This flow is custom made but this ain’t dappеr Dan
They don’t like it when you young, black and arrogant
They enslaved us and told us we never had a chance
But we made it outta them chains, think you should clap your hands

[Chorus]
Clap, clap for ‘em
Clap, clap for ‘em
****** say they real, but they built like that
Posted in the field, yeah I’m still like that
Clap, clap for ‘em
Clap, clap for ‘em
Supposed to be my friend, how you feel like that?
Hate to see me win, but I still bounce back
[Verse 2: Malz Monday]
I was broke, I used to dream about havin’ cash
I just got a check and I started doin’ the cabbage pass
I’m the essence of hip-hop, this is classic rap
Open up the window you hear sirens and ratatats
They say we savages, tell us we don’t know how to act
That’s how you get when you stripped from your natural habitat
It’s a war outside and you better grab yo gat
Confederate flags, white hoodies, a bunch of MAGA hats
I’m speakin’ a language I know they foreign to
But I just feed ‘em the raw truth like The Oracle
I’m quick to run in your mouth, watch who you talkin’ to
You think you fuckin with me? That question’s rhetorical
Don’t answer that, it’s all cap and I ain’t hearin that
Snatch the crown off the head, now I’m wearin’ that
I was chillin’ where lions, tigers and bears was at and still made it out without a scratch, you couldn’t handle that

[Chorus]
Clap, clap for ‘em
Clap, clap for ‘em
****** say they real, but they built like that
Posted in the field, yeah I’m still like that
Clap, clap for ‘em
Clap, clap for ‘em
Supposed to be my friend, how you feel like that?
Hate to see me win, but I still bounce back
[Verse 3: Marlon Craft]
Look, you ain’t built like that
Your foundation is sus
I’m patient enough to know their symptoms fake and adjust
(You can’t fool me, no)
You muhfuckas is boof
Quit undercutting the truth ‘fore I’m uppercutting the tooth
Dudes buyin’ things they don’t realize they bein’ sold
Crowned lyin’ kings hide their scars and dreams and goals
Same dudes used to grill me just cause I was out the mold but by the skin of my teeth I gritted and didn’t fold
Currently watchin’ the rain fall vertically
Could say the same for your favs, you lucky I done gave yall courtesy
Cite your sources when you refer to me
When you your own judge, you ain’t phased by perjury
Dudes don’t be for or against anything
Just an amalgamation of influence and people they tryna impress
And that’s why truth never get to reign
But if they don’t clap for me, I still get to stand

[Chorus]
Clap, clap for ‘em
Clap, clap for ‘em
****** say they real, but they built like that
Posted in the field, yeah I’m still like that
Clap, clap for ‘em
Clap, clap for ‘em
Supposed to be my friend, how you feel like that?
Hate to see me win, but I still bounce back