Yeah this... this is what they say

Uh, yo, who the fuck is that ****?

Looking like some kind of neo-retro rap ****

Bobbing like he got a pair of headphones on banging the beat

But he don't, I think the man tripping

What kind of glasses is them? look how his pants fit him

He look way too hip-hop to be a damn hipster

Maybe he's an artist, probably come up with dumb rhymes

He come across like he been weird for a long time

Look like he act crazy, look like he been a little spaz

Since the actual 80s, since high chairs and babies

His mama probably figured that he had the ADHD

But never medicated so he just kept creating

And what, damn, this ****'s a mess, ain't he?

I mean look at them kicks, shits is fresh, ain't they?

Look like at any moment he can beam up in a mothership

Rocking SB's but he don't skate or nothing, what up with him?

Yo, these dumb suckers wish they had me all figured out

Wigging out how we got the crowd flipping out

They like looking **** all in the grill

Either get down or get the fuck out of here

You gotta get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Who that? Who that cat? Y-yeah, he wild out

Yeah, that's that rapper I been tweeting online 'bout

Seven-Eleven or something dealing with time

I don't know truthfully but he's rather ruthless in a rhyme bout

I found out (word?) he used to rap 'bout stabbing and clapping ****

But now he's all obsessed with time traveling, zapping ****

Or something weird always coming out of his mouth

And he don't really sound like he come from out of the South

Oh, Seven Treo, how come you ain't say so?

Yeah, I got his old shit, I just never seen his face though

This **** sounds like a giant on records

And he's so spaced out the planets move when he say so

I heard he just dropped another EP

I ain't got to hear it yet but I know it's something sweet

And it's produced by some homie that's overseas

And supposedly he Obi-Wan Kenobi on the beats

Yo, these dumb suckers wish they had me all figured out

Wigging out how we got the crowd flipping out

They like looking **** all in the grill

Either get down or get the fuck out of here

You gotta get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Look at these two geeks trying to be low-key

And it's obvious they over there talking 'bout me

I just keep bobbing my head and acting like I don't see

But they staring too hard, they need to get they own sneaks

I don't know who they think I am, I am not who they think I be

The **** ain't me, I ain't the seven to the three

I don't be murdering beats, I ain't no outer space freak

I ain't no strange being, aliens don't ever speak to me

I can't be who I am and still get respect in the streets

I don't end no beef, I don't be repping MZD

You's invading my space, I wouldn't rock you in the face

My **** don't pop them things, I ain't as strange as they say

Dropped an LP and they said it sounded like Dre

Out came the mixtape, said it felt like Jay

'Cause you see part of it's an artist is inspired by the greats

But at the end of the day, Tre just gotta make the pay

Yo, these dumb suckers wish they had me all figured out

Wigging out how we got the crowd flipping out

They like looking **** all in the grill

Either get down or get the fuck out of here

You gotta get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Get up, get down, and get up out my face ****

Get up, get down, and get up out my face ****