Too many fools trippin and people been trippin on me all the time

I know what I know I gotta have control or I'll lose my mind

And when I'm at work, they think I'm a jerk but I'm down to get it done (Say what)

Don't need to talk back or overreact, homie hold your tongue

I'm talkin 5, 10, 15 to 30, 45, 50 to (More)

Making moves no need to hurry I got this in the bag fo sho

Ain't gotta hear your big fat mouth

I'm walking out the door

Come on

They can't figure me out on why I run away

Don't hold me back I gotta do my thing

I got it under control

I got it under control

I got it under control

When I'm out-and-about, hang with the rift raff

Ain't got nothing to do!

Might kick back at a Wal-Mart parking lot and sip some rootbeer (Yeah)

Here come mom talking about "Jon you need to go back to school"

Well momma listen here haha

I ain't gotta answer to you

NO!

U-G-L-Y you ain't got no alibi

Still looking dumb, none from the drums

We bang against your head

So move your feet like a zombie

That's raised up from the dead

Come on

They can't figure me out on why I run away

Don't hold me back I gotta do my thing

I got it under control

I got it under control

They can't figure me out on why I run away

Don't hold me back I gotta do my thing

I got it under control

I got it under control

I got it under control

I got it under control