[Verse 1]
What's there to seek if I can't have shit
Therefore I speak all my truth when I spit
3 or 4 weeks till I bust with a hit
Forbid all the busters from stomping my shit
I'm raw as fuck, like a steak when it runs
Mistake me for someone who's toting them guns
But I get it son
All you tryna do is make me look dumb, like I'm sucking my thumb
Wearing a green tee like i'm from green peace
Sippin on my green tea, tea I'm on the B team
You can never be me, you can never beat me
I'm out standing in the sun like a money tree

[Chorus]
Making some culture for the new ones
Not long ago I was the new one
PSP, PlayStation, Red Dead Redemption
Writing new songs and baking creations

[Verse 2]
Who I be, that's a mystery
Now I'm wanting some more but it can't be free
These beats are keeping me off the sheets
It's just like before but I got more cheese (Ha!)
How many friends do I need to feel accepted?
How many times have I been rejected?
No one understands my only perspective
Now I understand I'm the truth resurrected
Cigarettes and alcohol my only enemy
Treat them like the devil, they could never get to me
Poison on a candy bar, but I am not a kid
Got the vision of monk, and that's the life I live

[Chorus 2]
Making some culture for the new ones
Long time ago I had a lot of fun
PC games and a different generation
Writing new songs and changing location

[Outro]
Who I be, that's a mystery
Only 1 alive? That's a victory
These beats are keeping me off the streets
It's just like before but I got weak knees