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!