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Who you with Who your crew, who your clique Who your fam, who your city Who your gang, who you rep Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (yo, lo, lo) That my crew, that my clique That my fam, that my city That my gang, that my rep Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Ayy, yeah) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) Feel like one of the crew, feel like one of the crew Ain't got nothin' to do, ain't got nothin' to do Feel like super glue, feel like one of the crew And I'm runnin' with you, we got money to move Put your pride in a trash bin Too much ego in the captions Don't get swept up, like a Tesla You ain't really need the gassin' Hate to see my niggas clashin' Hate the plot, love the casting Tryna catch a nigga lackin' Bet the tribe will outlast him Every nigga got a accent And a funky way of dancin' And we get it with our passion And he still afraid of black skin Niggas tryna split a fraction It's mo' money for the trappin' Stadiums full of vibranium in the land of the black skin And it's time that we cashin' Fill the hunger like I'm fastin' Less think and more action I'm so motherfuckin' tapping Black star on the cap and Babylonian assassin Fight woke niggas nappin' Tuck 'em in like a napkin That my tribe (Yo, lo, lo) That my crew, that my clique That my fam, that my city That my gang, that my rep Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Ayy, yeah) That my tribe (Yeah) "Tribal why, tribal why?" That should be my battle cry That should be my alibi, now (Yeah) Tribal why, tribal why? I ain't naw by a bile that my tribe They tryna conquer all the tribe We laugh and multiply the vibe Let 'em try, let 'em try, let 'em try Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) That my tribe (Yeah, ayy) (These feelings make me feel like a dog) (Plus they're stealing my ro-o-o-oll) (Got them in their feelings all so-o-o-o) (Praying for their feelings Father God oh) Whuu, whuuu, whuuu
Writer(s): John Groover, Michael Cox, David Sweeten, Walter Williams, Jidenna Mobisson, Darwin Quinn, Richard Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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