I don't know if it's in the record store yet But I wanna pick it up So, what's up? It don't feel right (it don't, it don't) It don't feel right (ooh)
Salt in our scars White washed memoirs We're the monarchs We're the monarchs
Don't extend an arm Betting on my fall For Monetary cause Never show your cards Power They do anything for it Power Opress us with the law To infiltrate our cause Reclaiming what we lost This is ours So don't you cry no more
Had to we handle the pain Ooh Try to stay sane
Man Aye man, I'm tryna go to this record shop, man, call this nigga I know these niggas there, we gotta call 'em right now, call 'em Aight aight, we'll call 'em right now Ah, where these niggas at though?
Come on, Pink Siifu, Fly Anakin, I know you're there You're not doing anything, it's a record shop You're fucking sitting there collecting dust Ain't nobody there Ain't nobody fucking there These niggas too cool And bye
