You don't have to understand to make it
Just understand the basics
All these fuckin' contracts in our face
Can we face it? We just brainless to these fucking situations we created
To be great and do everything we have anticipated
You call it hip-hop
(That's real love ain't it?)
We call it street art
(That's real love painted)
We faded
Call my nigga Domo say we made it
Three bitches in the bed and they naked nigga fade it.