[Verse 1] Boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, you out of character
Flexing shit you ain't about for clout so you look scarier
Talking all that shit but shit, that's typical America
I could write it down and take your life just like a narrator
Let me keep it real, I really don't need popularity
I don't leave the house and yet the people, they are there for me
They know that I'm there for them, my music's for their time of need
_Blnk's the fuckin cult, our culture's deeper than the people think

[Hook (x2)] Black nails, red wine, can't nobody hit my line