[Intro: Dallas Woods]
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Dallas Woods]
This that bad man energy, brother, get your facts right
Cash rules everythin' around me, get your stacks right
Knowledge reigns supreme, got my head around the cream
If you ain't talkin' 'bout the team, you an op, yeah, we that type
Dome get to spittin', no written, yeah, I'm that nice
You heard about the boogie man, I'm ill, yeah, I'm that guy
Propaganda, I'm black and white, I'm a panda
If I ain't standin' beside you, my brother, I can't stand you, facts
Saint Patrick with the snakes, brother
Get to talkin' that talk, I make a snake hovеr
I give a fake homies wings
You know it ain't ovеr 'til they old lady sings
Sayonara, my brother, I'm bilingual
The rat race you chase, something I don't buy into
Authentic, if I said it, then I meant it
Cop the backlash, I meant it if I said it
Beginnin' and endin'
Tuck your chains in my young homie trainin'
Catch him by the train station, now they tradin'
Wish it was different but youngins just never listen
Universally distracted, that's why they rep for they district
They see it all on the pictures, they see it all they pigment
Gotta fill that piggy bank, same time, fuck the pigs
To all the young brothers wanna make couple dollars
Got a couple cousins, tell you that it ain't what it is
[Chorus: Kee'Ahn]
There's a stranger in the mirror posing
And the tension in my bones are growing
My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door
I'm standing with my arms wide open
There's a stranger in the mirror posing
And the tension in my bones are growing
My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door
I'm standing with my arms wide open
[Verse 2: Dallas Woods]
Fundamentalist talkin' that ladi dadi
Nose candy snoopy, they sniffin' all on that Charlie
Draw the line, fam, either that or a line dance
Where they liable so gotta check their alignment
Where they draw line at, that hop skip and jump flow
Type of shit that have police knockin' at your front door
Knock-knock-knock, constable I know nothin'
Hello, goodbye, same time, the door shuttin'
Smack around the ears, my momma tell me I'm arrogant
But she don't know the secrets that I'm carryin'
Lips zipped, cliff kid, savage I been it
Your outlook is no good, it's trash, boy, I bin it
EK Wyndham, oleman, I'm winnin'
No eight-mile road, this that gooda gooda feelin'
Red can winnie blues, yellow brother Pikachu
No six-pack, but when it comes to women, boy, I pick and choose
I did it with no felonies, so what the hell you tellin' me?
Bein' true to yourself, brother, that's the recipe
I really got nothin' but love for my bros
Just to know the difference of smell when the enemy close
So, bro, never settle for less
Know your worth why you tryna be better than them
Nothin' worse than them competitive men
Can I get a amen? Like, ayy man, why the hell you with them?
[Chorus: Kee'Ahn]
There's a stranger in the mirror posing
And the tension in my bones are growing
My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door
I'm standing with my arms wide open
There's a stranger in the mirror posing
And the tension in my bones are growing
My skin don't feel like home no more, reality is at my door
I'm standing with my arms wide open
[Outro: Kee'Ahn]
That smile on your face
Just looks so out of place
You can’t hide it no more
The chip on your shoulder
Keeps doing you over
But who’s keeping score
You try denied it
But you cannot hide it
So brace for the fall
You try play it cool
That's the problem with you
You don’t listen at all
