sometimes i look broke but got a thick knot in my knit sock
and they hate what i'm sayin so they say the youth's a lost tribe
but fuck i'll be 50+ and still talk jive and pop fives

and yo
i buck cops
duck, hop
runnin when my truck stop
i cut crops
cut accross town to make my bud bought
stab at the establishment
spit at upper management
and straight shoot cops through they muhfuckin badge and shit
in the bay we talk crazy like "whats swizzlepopalatin?
what it is, folks? what's really crackin in the nation?"
they be like "aw its nathan
whoridin, playa hatin
chillin by the bay
movin weight
clownin fools every day"
you feel me?
understandin me really?
I'm straight out the town
stay rep my set when i run around the underground