[Acapella Intro]
Mm mm mm
Doo doo doo da da da dum dum beh
Oh, eh, oh
Lost all of our woe
We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede...

[Chorus]
Oh, eh, oh
Lost all of our woe
We lost all of our woe-oh, sad love songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede...

[Verse 1]
'Bino, will you be my baby daddy? (Yup)
I'm too fresh, man, the world ain't never had me, yup
I'm too fresh, man, y'all ain't never gave me that
Stone Mountain, ain't no doubting, and these n***as won't hold me back, ah
They wasn't hating him anyway
My roommate exercise, man, he moving that heavyweight
My girl ain't down to ride, couldn't deal with my day to day
I'm at my Grandma's house, man, like I don't know what to say
Maybe "I'm sorry" but sorry don't pay the rent
I promise to pay you back and I don't know where he at
But tell him he missing out, his grandson cool as fuck
And tell me who be standing when them other ones giving up?
Let's keep it spontaneous, uh, I don't need that rehearsal
More flow, man, than Progressive commercials
Get with the program, 'cause the plus loan ain't putting us on
I got a month long before I take the bus home
[Chorus]
Oh, eh, oh
Lost all of our woe
We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede...

[Verse 2]
I know this music shit ain't shit
And all these random n***as in my house make you anxious
And I ain't never told you that our love would be painless
But I was so in love with you I thought we could make it
Damn, I wasn't in it, damn, we wasn't finished
Damn, I got us tickets, damn, we went to Venice
Prioritize on our lives and made you into a business
That's why you wasn't surprised when I had made my decision
Gotta make it, 'cause if not I'm a failure, my wallet Azalea
And my brother still moving, ain't no shit I can tell him
Trying keep him out of trouble, but the cops is wilding
And it's nice to have a felon when the boys get violent
The Mexicans tried to jump me at the club
Funny thing was I thought they were stepping to show me love
Grandma's couch, my biggest fear, and fantasy
When I ain't in her arms all I'm making is enemies
Hear 'em screaming obscenities at a n***a
Wanted to live bigger
Them Edenwald projects was eatin' our concept
Of anyone walking out, what is you talking about?
Gun Hill Road made them summers feel cold
On the same train that my parents met on
Twenty years later and my thoughts still ghetto
High off of pressure, man, that's a stiletto
Got your own couch now but you don't feel better
[Chorus]
Oh, eh, oh
Lost all of our woe
We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede...

[Bridge]
'Cause if not, I'm a failure
'Cause if not, I'm a failure
'Cause if not, I'm a failure

[Outro]
"It's not an unholy n***a, it's a Arab n***a in the store. You know what he want? Money, n***a. You know what your bitch want, you know why they feel they can't fuck with you? 'Cause you don't have no money, my n***a. Bitches do not want a n***a with no money. Did you not learn this in Harlem? Lesson number one. You can't keep saying you a Harlem n***a and you don't want that skrilla, n***a. Come on B, it's home of the hustlers, n***a. N***a, that's all you gotta understand. It's the hood n***a. It's make guap or die, n***a."

"What do you think? 'Cause he gotta know, my n***a. Money is not evil, n***a. Go tell them n***as in Polo you don't wanna make no money, n***a. What they gon' say, "Oh, he right"? Hell no, n***a. You think n***as like selling crack and shit n***a? You think n***as like putting crack in they ass n***a, and selling cracks out they ass? You think n***as like shooting n***as, my n***a? You think n***as like tucking packs? You think n***as like baggin' up? You know how boring baggin' up is, my n***a? It's so boring, my n***a. There is no underground, Joe Budden is on his fourth mixtape selling shit. The underground is Koch, n***a. There is no underground n***a. You don't see Raekwon or none of these n***as on the block. You don't see none of them n***as on the block. There's no more block, n***a, it's over for the block. You ask any n***a on the block, do they wanna be on the block? They gon' say no, n***a. Get your money, man. Stop trying to be gooned out, my n***a

"Hood n***as don't want to be—"

"Hood n***as don't want to be hood n***as, my n***a. Everything n***as do, everything n***as do in the hood is for money, my n***a. What's one thing that n***as do in the hood that ain't for money? What bitch would want a n***a with no money? Huh? Huh!? Yo, slime! It's your time."