[Verse 1: J Stark]
Yo, you should see my right hand
Got a can constantly attached, motherfuckers thinking that I'm tin man
Steve [?] got in quicksand
Means you ain't running shit fam, go and get that [?] tan
'Cause we [?] and nothing less
That secret never kept, South-East is what we rep
You can catch me in the green room
Chillin' with my hands to the ceiling, yeah, my squad’s in the building
And we love each minute like a hot seat
[?] it ain't fuckin' with my wingspan
[?]
[?] J. Stark is a specialist
And I do as I please, never been
On my knees, kings in here, we won't play the queen
It's like nothing that you've ever seen
Battle the boss, looking like an employee, huh
[Chorus: Rare & Yorgs & J Stark]
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
You haven't scored us anything we knew
You can't teach ambition, you got it or you don't
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
[Verse 2: Rare]
Float back, relax, just hope that
We won't be told to hold back
Know that the flows are so phat
You bozos know that, I'm stating those facts
Last time I was told not to do it, I did it
Rebel kid, well, you know I'm gonna win in it
Jumpin' off shit and thumping those bully kids
Never was a day where I couldn't say I [?] this
Hold a shottie to my lips
Not the gun barrel type, just the one to get pissed, keep talking
[?] bowls and pits, you know this
Straight up blowing up shit, best bunch of blokes
To be growin' up with, she said "don't go out tonight"
I wasn't going to but now I am, all right?
Won't, can't be told, no joke
I'm an arsehole, you know that I've mastered it bro
[Chorus: Rare & Yorgs & J Stark]
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
You haven't scored us anything we knew
You can't teach ambition, you got it or you don't
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
[Verse 3: Yorgs]
I wish every day was Friday, driving down the highway
Drinks are coming my way after getting my pay
[?] maybe get some drive-through
Thai food [?]
[?] no rules or [?]
Not my shoes or the leather, just the booze and the leisure
Rockin' tunes and a setup, now the boys pullin' meds
I'm certain, always escalatin' and the neighbours gettin' head
For what's a choice of endeavour, that's a voice from the heavens
Sayin' life'd be better if the weekends went forever
At least on a bender, no regs to remember
Who cares who offends ya? Those memories will be never
No, this is just a pleasure, we gettin' loose proper
No blue collar, shoe [?] suit shopper
We're the summer time show rockers, grab a wine, no stoppers
That's a life, cut your losses, come around, light some [?]
Holidays, no rosters, no calls from your bosses
Let's all grab some bottles till the sun falls upon us
[Chorus: Rare & Yorgs & J Stark]
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
You haven't scored us anything we knew
You can't teach ambition, you got it or you don't
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
You haven't scored us anything we knew
You can't teach ambition, you got it or you don't
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
You haven't scored us anything we knew
You can't teach ambition, you got it or you don't
We won't be told what to do and
We won't be told what to do
