[Intro:]
Shit, Obie n***a I told you on this man. N***as ain't even real nowadays. I mean, I remember when the shooters back in the day, when it was actually real hip hop. These n***as wearing dresses heh, n***a is you serious? Haha I don't even understand, I don't really get it. I watch and turned on the television heh, and this shit is going on from Empire. Empire? N***a you trying to be Jamal from Empire. I call these n***as Solange. I just don't want to be politically correct but shiiit.. I call it like I see it. It's the new newest to our communities. To be honest I don't really give a fuck. These n***as really wearing dresses, and you calling it hip hop?

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
I don't with fuck with you n***as you all fake
I don't see the point in your hearts, to pulsate
Yea you problamatic on social media
Apologetic when approach greetin' ya
This what the culture leadin' to
Yellow backs with jeans squeezing their penises
And we supposed to receive them as rap geniuses
Are we supposed to believe what n***as feeding us
When they sweeter than Jujubes, Reese's Pieces

[Chorus:]
Candy coated n***as corroded the G Code
I don't give a damn how much coke that he sold
Cuz on the low, look at him gropin' assholes
Am I the only n***a with his eyes not closed
Guess so, fuck the rest you, plus the dress you came in
And n***as is flamin', And I be steady aimin'
America won't bully me in tryna understandin'
Fuck these lames man, I'ma talk truth to power
Turn rap fruits to flowers, R.I.P. delusional cowards
Lying to the youth they swallow us (Hahaha)
N***a talk truth to power, weather in the booth or outa
R.I.P. delusional cowards, Lying to the youth they swallow us
[Interlude:]
Haha, now that's what the fuck I'm talking about
These n***as out here, n***a you bout to tell em like it is
N***a you can't water this shit down, n***a it is what it is
Straight up, keep it honest, keep it folkie, n***a just keep it Obie
West side motherfucker, skewl craft till you die

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
My heart goes out to Orlando
And every man and women representing that rainbow
The game i represent we don't switch them lanes though
This is hiphop, this not a flame show
My daughter listening while n***as grabbing they ankles
So self-consciously this might take hold
And you can blame it on idiosyncrasies
I know where your secrets lead
These sissys wearing it on they sleeves

[Chorus:]
Candy coated n***as corroded the G Code
I don't give a damn how much coke that he sold
Cuz on the low, look at him gropin' assholes
Am I the only n***a with his eyes not closed
Guess so, fuck the rest you, plus the dress you came in
And n***as is flamin', And I be steady aimin'
America won't bully me in tryna understandin'
Fuck these lames man, I'ma talk truth to power
Turn rap fruits to flowers, R.I.P. delusional cowards
Lying to the youth they swallow us (Hahaha)
N***a talk truth to power, weather in the booth or outa
R.I.P. delusional cowards, Lying to the youth they swallow us
[Outro:]
Politics, politics is brainwashing out community and as we as people have to realise that we have a responsability that hiphop is ours, and it always will be......