Witness Protection

[Verse 1: Travis Mendes] Ayo, bitch, I'm spectacular Tall black man with an advanced vernacular Immaculate, slightly crazed over-analyst Backpacking activist, I'm the new catalyst To change your mind frames back up to what matters It's a brand new chapter I'm adding more para-graphs to this cast Slack up and get embarrassed I had it with you wack-ass niggas I'm changing channels And I dare a nigga to touch my remote Might fuck around and start a revolt Cause we know you can't keep lying to my people We wreckin' shit wherever we go I'm free yo Ice cold nigga, eskimo Goddamn it, I'm the man 30 karats on the hands, homie Motherfuck your next plans, homie [Verse 2: Blaque Keyz] Motherfuck your advance, homie A motherfucker, I might be your stepdad, homie I'm home alone with strep Got sick vocals that flex on any nigga I'm Bret, the hitman, homie Heart colder than Owen when I be flowin' Frozen like any arctic I start shit like Bart Simpson I blew up here, something like Marge's I barge in the booth like drill sergeants With troops, I am the proof like a vest made for bullets When you pull it, just be careful when you shoot Dex got the footage My placement belongs inside a spaceship I'm handin' out facelifts for those who need replacements A makeshift bow staff for you old bags I blow past so fast, swingin' to get your dome smashed I'm on that I'm crusing the city holding my mojo Looking over my shoulder with no GoPros [Verse 3: Travis Mendes] Ain't know the kid moved dolo I'mma live forever through these bars, fuck YOLO I'm a motherfucking superstar, what are y'all on? We gon' be rich off this shit, word to my lama My mama always told me "Keep calm, enjoy [?] in the morning" Only reason I don't blast off you cats without warning And I will not let you ignore me, it's all me So I'mma keep blazing y'all with more heat At least it balls up the morphine Got a line around the corner give me more fiends And I'mma father all you niggas, word to Maury Man, I'm the future bitch Fuck who was before me Goddamn it, I'm the man 30 karats on the hands, homie Motherfuck your next plans, homie And motherfuck your advance, homie [Verse 4: Jon Bellion] You know the industry's in trouble when you understand That L.A. Reid is blowing fucking millions on some cover bands You're all cover bands, all I hear is cover bands Understand we know that all the compliments are underhand I'm so Italian in the mattress, there's a hundred grand I'm not a homosexual, but that is how you fuck the man Second thoughts before you play me shit you made at camp And Fruity Loop producers re-evaluate and cut your hands Mike Krzyzewski, O's and X's, baby, run the plan The bullies in the lunchroom stole the bread from your hand Knives can break, guns can jam And death will come for every man But all I need's my Bible and some melatonin, understand All we see is happy days, Richie Cunningham Beautiful Mind drives the people, we do trucks and vans Good Will's gone hunting, motherfucker Where you been, Affleck? We're just seein' if you ducks can dance I am the black sheep, I'm half 'sleep You athletes couldn't walk in a track meet No racism cause you all could take a backseat Your past seats are ass cheeks My class meets the stampedes of Nissans and Camrys My family's a bunch of superheroes, Stan Lee Damn it, I'm the man 30 karats in the hand Motherfuck your advance, homie Twice, motherfuck your advance, homie [Outro: Travis Mendes] Motherfuck your advance, homie