[Intro: YRFANN]
Back in the stu
I'm runnin' it up, I'm runnin' it up
I'm runnin' it up, bila kau tak kuat coba lihat aku
Coba lihat aku, coba lihat aku

[Verse 1: YRFANN]
She finna go with Chanel
Got a "ring-ring", telephone call
Biz on the line, who gotta tell?
Got Jack Donn on this beat, 10/10 suite
Turn on the fire bell
Money, power, and fame
In everyone's aim
All they do is proving who prevail

I don't give a fuck what you think, hoe
You mad, hoe?
Be straight, homie
All they care is stats, but act like a bratz
It's a matter-of-fact homie
Banyak orang anggap aku enteng
Petantang petenteng
Jangan macam macam, homie
We ain't got no hook, all we got is bars
This song is a caution homie
(I don't fuck with thеse kids, bro)
[Verse 2: Jack Donn]
Move back, or get back slappеd with a backhand
Don’t talk back man
Go somewhere with your pep talk, pac man
Pack your bag, knapsack, leave the block dot
No, what, where, why, just shut the fuck up
Leave yo bitch with I will smith that pinkment puss
(Entanglement shit)

Tba mashakil? Adik kaf ibn kalbtiba?
Arab lingo, anek umak ya kalb
I’ve been raf’d but no raf
I’m raf’d up on the roof top (Ruff-ruff)
It's bed tuck
Let them know who the don now

[Verse 3: YRFANN]
Masih belum punya visa
Mondar mandir, Mona Lisa
I've been looking for a chop
I've been waiting for this season

Tellin' myself "We should go to the top"
Keep my brain sane
No magic, David Blaine
No ceilings like Wayne
You know we can spit this nonstop, all the time, and never drop
Never gettin' any pitstop, all I know is on-the-job
Orang orang tanya "yrfann kemana? Hmm, dah nunggu lama "
Nak keluar dari labirin fana (Bitch)
Live in Nirvana

[Verse 4: Jack Donn]
I said ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
Where’s the popo? Where did they go?
Oh, they serve us with a handcuffs
The system is like an asshole
Wearing all polo and playing golf from our bando
What about us? The hobos, homo sapiens

I’m back again like from retirement, but I don’t need requirement
I’m going mad on instrumental, mental, call up fireman
These dummies dry like need some vaseline
I can’t be beefin' with these rappers, no standards requirement