They can make it bop, but they can't like this
They can shoot it from the top, but your mans might miss
I'ma drop all my best hits like nothing
I confess, I am blessed like I am righteous
They can make a track, but they can't like us
I got Hilly in the back, and a man's hyped up
(I got Hilly in the back, I got Hilly in the back)
Yes I am blessed like I am righteous
Woke up with a chorus in my brainstem
Picked up my thesaurus and I sat upon my chair
Let me explain, doing this has never been a neck pain
Nothing like my daughter when she pull my beard hair
They told me beware
"Oh you there, oh you married"
Apparently it varies if that shit gon' make you smile
I guess a made a liar out 'em, fires on their derriere
I ain't even worried 'bout myself in quite a while
Yeah it's Mr. Young Tracks-on-a-Wednesday
I don't call my friends up
Barely got a weekend, so I'ma set my pens up
And get up on that wav. like I'm surfing now
Put the power to the paper like I'm working now, yuh
Wood grain grippin, wood grain grippin
Wood grain grippin, wood grain grippin
Wood grain grippin, wood grain grippin
Wood grain grippin
Look, Hilroy's in the back and this man be on hyperdrive
Wipers going crazy while Flow be on diaper time
Diaper rhymes and shit bars, I took a joke a bit far...
But Flowzus has training wheels, kneepads, and wrist-guards
You'd never think that it would be the right time
But Dad said the right rhymes are those that keep you loving for a lifetime
Float upon a beat, I'm a slow waxing autumn moon
Notably I'm known to loan the aux cord for autotunes
But if it's left up to me, I'd be righteous
But Hilly was a crisis and Flowzus was a flight risk
I wasn't tryna fight this, let's bring in some harmonies
The crew was so ill that Hil was with 'em at the pharmacy
Eyo the health plan was varsity
But now I pay for every pill
America's so righteous without healthcare in the treasury bill
You're tryna cop it? You can bop, twist, and pull it
Need another reason? Let me list 'em with some bullets
Bop!
They can make it bop, but they can't like this
They can shoot it from the top, but your mans might miss
I'ma drop all my best hits like nothing
Yes I am blessed like I am righteous
They can make a track, but they can't like us
I got Hilly in the back, and a man's hyped up
(I got Hilly in the back, I got Hilly in the back)
I confess, I am blessed like I am righteous
They can make it bop, but they can't like this
They can shoot it from the top, but your mans, but your mans might
I'ma drop all my best hits like nothing
Yes I am blessed like I am righteous
They can make a track, but they can't like us
I got Hilly in the back, and a man's hyped up, yuh
And a man's hyped up
Confess, I am blessed like I am righteous