[Verse 1:]
I've been live from Kanye's last name
Still the same in my frame
But fuck it, I'm thinking of staying
You thought I was destined to dwindle
In statistics of my people
I do admit I fall cripple
To the call of that liquor nipple
A lick of the dry gin makes my mind's sin cry
Not enough to give in, so I stay bonafide
Overdosed, digging in on women, races of all kind
Tasting graces I could never find
In my native place but I'm
Representing all I own for the throne
If chrome takes my dome
Know I did it so Columbus would give me back my home
A knack for matter fact rapping, wisdom past his age
A slave for grabbing ass, damn I'm stuck in my ways
Edges roughened since the feathers ruffled
Pencil summoned once chemicals flustered in that head muscle
I ain't staying subtle
Spitting more than stutters
Stabbing stigmas no rebuttals
I'm grown, Momma look I got some stubble
No longer an adolescent
So long to my past offenses
I'm looking for mass redemption
Can someone please pass the message on to uncles and aunts
Daunting ain't what we do
Accomplishing is on the cusp
(I'm boutta) I'm boutta bring in bougie business to the reservation
Ain't nothing worse than an Indian with an education
Just waiting, just wait then
Finna get the waist thin
So I can attract masses and attach my magic
To the blasting bass and then
Well, we'll see what happens
Once the penny stashing pays off, we'll get this shit
Fucking crackin'

[Verse 2: Mato Wayuhi & Jean Carter]
Jean Carter:
Mato Wayuhi, do what you mother fuckin' came to do!

Mato Wayuhi:
Uh, I am that fucking individual
Scoffing, coughing, kicking all the dirt on the residuals
(Yeah)
It's pitiful, pick a place and time my presence I'll grace you with
I'll bar you out like Xanny addict and their patient lips
"And face it kid," they told me
"Never take a risk, control the anguish
And the dreams you hold and place them in a desk"
But fuck expected fates, baby
Never assimilate

Jean Carter:
Well, tell them truth because they can't wait

Mato Wayuhi:
Okay!
Sane, but I play with the flow
Like a date with a lame who stays on her phone
As of late, I've been staying up late
Writing scripts for the screen, I love when I'm alone
Stray away from a stream that's main
Pave a lane that's never seen the day
Make plans for plane trips to ancient, enchanted places
And never stay complacent
Or aimless, or fucking nameless
Boy I can't take this
These fools really squeeze a trend dry and drain out the taste
And the next one comes along
They all singing the same song
These fucking sheep

Jean Carter:
Well, then give them something new to peep

Mato Wayuhi:
Good plan, oughta do that
Grow fans in demand for the cool raps
Bought a beat pack
Finna kill that
Then bury the remains in a field that
Has mounds of my dead relatives
Fam gone, Move on
Get a chain for the pain that I feel thinking 'bout the settlements, boy
Soon I'll relish in embezzlements, boy
Spoon fed all the shit from the government
So I broke that deal
And I hate oatmeal
Never going with the grain
Rather get the dollars with the gualas and buy Impalas
That shit's never tame
And I'm fit for the fame
And all I prove is truth

[Outro]
Jean Carter:
Well, then you did what you came to do