U P P E R H A N D

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Hickory Dickory Dock, Dyl at the tippity-top (Dyllie)

Bible verse in your bio, but probably listen to "WAP"

I could probably flex like

"Where are all the rappers that you said hype?" (Where?)

Nowhere to be found and now my set like

"Hold the culture down," they told me talk like I was Ted, right?

Resurrect the tribe just like I met Phife (wait, wait, wait)

You boys need to meditate instead of fake celebrate on IG (uh-huh)

Depression make you medicate with Molly

(Eee!), but what′s that in yo' IV? (brrt)

And here, I′m sendin' shots like Rocky to yo' body (brrt)

Before you overdosed, I rope-a-dope like I was Ali (wait, wait)

S Methadone, just check the method, man

Indie tribe forever, you are not a distant second, and

Got the Holy Ghost, it′s holy smoke

You catchin′ second hand (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

And I spent your whole advance on my wedding band (Oh my Go-)

But I would never flex like that (no)

And any time I do, I just repent and get right back (true)

Competitive like that, the scripture is a sedative like that

I'm set on the right track, I′m destined to fight back

We don't wrestle against flesh and blood

She say "Won′t he do it?" I say "Yes, he does!

Couldn't care less if you coveted what I′m comin' with (yeah, yeah)

Covered in the blood, because he blessed me 'cause (ayy, ayy)

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Shoutout to these illiterate rappers

That′s gettin′ screwed by yo' contract (brrt)

A simple read of legal fee and you′d never sign that

(Rewind that!)

I'm sick of all that ignorant cappin′, man

I've seen your splits but plead the fifth

You got some streams, but your royalties, they don′t exist (woah)

And now you nervous 'cause you don't know how to feed yo′ kids

The shows is canceled, ′cause the people sick

Indie tribe. is showing yall the light (to where hip hop lives)

Man, I might be the next Suge Knight or Phil Nike (yeah)

My mindset is ten moves ahead of you suckers (yeah)

I'm writin′ algorithms, so soon, you'll address me like I′m Zuckerberg

This Mossberg is pumped and ready to blow (woo)

Man, I got melody but I'm still comin′ heavy with flow

We open doors to places that they never thought we could go (okay)

So before you come and ask me for advice on the side (yeah, yeah)

You could pay me for consulting or

Quit wastin' my time (Quit doin' it)

Woah, woah, woah, woah

I′m where the wound be like an ice pack

Your face all in the mud, get yo′ sight back (yeah)

Can't Pacquiao me, you catch it right back

I said I′d be right back and I'm right back, but they don′t like that

I might just hit the city with the crown on my head

A lot of rappers that yall be playin'

Would pro′bly be dead if Dyllie ain't tell me to chill

The summer's real but y′all ain′t got the Reach to kill

I build, sonic cathedrals and colosseums

Tribe is the sound of freedom

I put the hammer down like my brother's Liam (yes)

I treat ′em (yes) like what they is, disobedient sons and daughters

That was a virgin with some kids, (ayy, look at that)

I'm on some new-ish (ayy), I′m Kanye on a bad day

But I'm down to Earth (like this), ′cause hip-hop is a sad space

But I'm in it, though (yes), trust me, I'm the pinnacle (yes)

The holy dope is digital, the pistol goes,

"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!"

Ayy, Jesus died for that, these rapper driver is whack

Pull ′em over

Like where your license at? Fool you could die with that

See I don′t bang but there's a whole lotta gangs, don′t test me

I spit like a leper, you couldn't touch me

We might just be

Exactly what you needed, I′ve been chosen since a fetus

You couldn't cheat it, go ′head, repeat it, I dare you

As long as there's breath in my lungs, it's "All Hail King Jesus"

If 45 were to leave us, if 116 stopped believin′

If Junkie′s never was dreamin' ′cause

Humble Beast was a season (yeah, yeah)

We live as kings can be treason (yeah), the tribe and Vllg we eat 'em

I mean lead ′em, get 'em up

Kiddie raps, pick ′em up? (woah, woah, woah, woah)

Had to Lilo, stitch 'em up,

Guess it wasn't quick enough (woah, woah, woah, woah)

Don′t hide, boy, you smell like chicken

Oh my, oh my, I found you!

Ayo, ayo, let me tell you somethin′

Just know, if this was a race

Y'all not keepin′ up with us, if this was a fight

Y'all not even touchin′ us, it's indie tribe, save lives

And the life we savin′ is yours

So I don't want none of you little rappers comin' in my DMs

Askin′ for the instrumental

′Cause there ain't no Instagram challenges

No TikTok challenges, no Charlie D′amelio

No Addison Rae, no Bella Poarch

None of that, it's quiet for y′all, it's indie tribe

Tribe on the move, and God Always

So make sure when you talk to me

Make sure when you talk to the tribe, you talk to us nice, very nice

And when you hear them horses, just know, it′s over for you

You heard? Man, stop playin' with me, alright?

Damn, come on, stop playin' with me!

Yessir, yessir!

Yo-yo-yo, that′s before you get whooped with the belt

Yo, that should be an interlude, like yo-