S.C.M.G.W.P.

[Verse 1: Cheno Lyfe] Misfits (yeah) Social Gang Gentlemen, spit crack on that bang bang We on that ar-tist, bust your eardrums In the darkness, we make you feel right The weird ones, we are the cool kids (yeah) The ones you bring with your friends be all like who's this Social Club this is the blueprint Spit flames and we skip names in the fits game we the new kids We make our own rules in this rap thang with a clone you So snap and stand on our own two and we pack bang in that phone booth Aye Fernie told me snap on em So I'm bout to blackout with the lights on In the paint. Ready to run up with Christ on and I ain't never been the one to run when the fights on When the fight come, I'm on. Ready to thump. Bet my life on Ready to die for em fight with my sight gone City like Saigon I'm gone. hoping the hood see the movement Yeah, it's that Good City Music [Hook: F.E.R.N.] We came to eat but the whole plate With these techniques we get souls saved Live on stage, it's the club baby And on stage nothing but love baby Real dudes spittin' real flow Real life, it gets real y'all That's word to my kin folk, we living up what we meant fo' And these just words keep your eye on Christ Social Club, Cheno Lyfe and we finna' ride [Verse 2: Martymar] Yeah, okay I'm hated by the populars We on the top floor get your binoculars We really don't fit in but I'm not concerned And I'm killing everything I'm bout to cop a hearse Whoa, it's like the night of the living dead She said she met a man, I told him everything she did I swear my life was never perfect just a screwed up kid Did a lot of bad things, I never thought that I would live To see what I see, now people look at me And now they ask themselves, who in the world is this I'm getting misfit gang tatted on my wrist Just to remind myself that He's the reason I exist Yeah, okay I swear that my life's a mess But I'm covered by the grace of God that never left Uh, got my snapback on with the Brooklyn Nets My life is like a game the way we cheated death Uh, hoping the hood see the movement Yeah, okay it's Good City Music [Hook] [Verse 3: F.E.R.N.] Picture me only talking dividends Uh, me I'm way much different Humble at the same time say I'm magnificent Cause the words running off this pen must be heaven sent The culture say we don't need God, listen youngin' A day gone come and that day gone come trust it Praying for you now cause I know you need it cousin Yeah, you gotta love it Social Club way of life is appliable Cause we're deep rooted in the Bible Marty said go nuts, stay faithful At the same time do much, stay grateful Put work in and the harvest gone pop up Social Club boys, bowtie and a fly tux Uh, question to be asked is you die much Why try God? Why not, join through our club [Hook]