Till the water comes in gallon drums and wipes away my palace
But fuck you, this is for my family
Put up the peace sign, put the index down
Put up the peace sign, put the index down
You prob'ly thinking I'm wrong, right?
'Cause my resemblance to Prince is uncanny
Fuck you, this is for my people
Then that laughy Taffy snappin'
I laugh and shake it off the shit they be doin' to me
Goodbye yesterday's rags, hello, high fashion
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Fuck you, this is for my people
Because you can't really do nuttin' to me unless you God
That's why I look at most of you stupid I know it's odd
Up late recording in my jammies
The chubby little bastard with a knack for little Debbie snacks
In your conscience more obnoxious
Don't let the TV mislead you
With all the yappin' and talking and so and so
Me and you, dude, we are not equal
(Why you doin' this to me?)
Ha, ha, you probably thinking
Put up the peace sign, put the index down
Wasn't for you Gym Class would be history
With purple people passin' me at the caterpillar's chalice
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Say the word, I'll ghost ride this bitch instantly
Take it back to eighty six, you wanna lick, sike
I'm on my upstate shit
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Hands before you's a man that built a castle with sand
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Now I mess with local chicks, I get 'em upstate shit
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., EPILEPTIC CEASAR MUSIC
Fuck you, this is for my people
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Yer little boy's a man
Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones
Writing these songs, right?
(This is)
You can't fuck with me, now watch me erase them
Upstate New York to Miami
But now I'm sittin' lovely off in wonderland with Alice
Everything you said is finally settin' in
Don't try to hide like I can't see you
Or how the tires turning on the rim of the V
You better kneel down and pray 'cause where I come from
With no regards for tidal waves and finally established
I was Brooklyn broke but now I'm upstate rich
Tell you what, do it better I just might
Gym Class Heroes, Cool and Dre
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Take it back to eighty six, you want a lick, sike
Put up the peace sign, put the index down
I do it for my family
Now I'm ridin' wheelies on this industry
We goin' hard everyday, that's how the fight's won
Now it's a lot of y'all that can't stand me
But bein' that none of you ain't him
Fuck you, this is for my family
You silly for this one, it's Travie
So if you get in my way, you know you're done, son
Fuck you, this is for my family
Like I should quit writin' these songs, right?
I grinds like a carpenter until my caleceous's bleed
Look, mom, no hands
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Fuck you, this is for my people
Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones
Before I utter words and before I start to begin
Trainin' wheels fell off and I kept peddling
Tell you what do it better, I just might
Your parents must've been trans and so see through
Now trust me, see, I'm so determined
Let me make sure you clear I'm about securing the wind
I'm walkin' through the heap of gauntlets while the fire is burnin'
Songwriters: Disashi Lumumba Kasongo, Andre Christopher Lyon, Travis L Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Edward John Montilla, Marcello Anton Valenzano
But what I lacked in looks I made up for it in passion
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
With the passion from my heart to the many mouths that I feed
Gettin' brains from two dames with French accents
I'm wrong, right? Like I should quit
(Yeah, damn)
Put up your peace sign, put your index down
I started rappin' back in the class, scribbling tracks
Think that you can ever stop the kid, oh no
You best believe what I say, you better run, son
Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones
I puzzle up my words while I piece another concoction
Good lookin' pop on the strength that you givin' me
No advance and plus we make it happen
'Cause I'm stubborn with the thought that failure was never an option
In hopes that one of my jokes, I had the pretty young things laughin'