It started back home, you heard it in your soul
Told you time to go, you gotta hit the road
Don’t let em’ hold you back, leave em’ in the past
They don’t like it, when you stunt on a hater like that
Oh now you got em’ mad, hey hit your dance
They don’t wanna see you laugh, rather see you all sad
Rather see you doing bad, they’d rather see you doing bad.
What type of hate is that?
We big as our nostrils
It wasn’t always hostile
It wasn’t always docile
But look we did it proper
And yea we took some loses
We ain’t get no Oscars
But now we got em’ awestruck
Either that or nauseous
We’re through being cautious
We got this!