I don't even think they understand
My mama played Bob Marley, my mama, huh, my, my, my mama
Ayy, let's get it
Yeah

My mama played Bob Marley, my mama knew how to party
On the peace, on the beat, I might bust on repeat in yo' bill
We own yo' street and we kill when the people on pills and the reefer
Hangin' on Keefer, it sells, I can't let them give me help
But I can get down, I can get down on the ground
I'm on a pound in this sound
Louder than shit, you got yo' blood on my fit, I don't care, I can't see it
I am too lit, lit, lit like a candle, little hard to handle
You say you a lion but you really just a dandle
You got no feet on the floor, that's why I'm fuckin' your ho'
She like the dog, all of those people with feelings and all of those people we feelin', yeah
All of those people, we get them, all of those people, we movin' our breath
Weekday
Up to my neck in that shit
Ho', I got to spit what I writ' (Lay down!)
I got that blunt and it's lit, I wish I could forget about this-Shit

Get yo' back up off the wall! (Yeah)
Get yo' back up off the wall! (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Get yo' back up off the wall!
Get yo' back up off the wall! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get yo' back up off the wall! (Ayy, ayy)
Get yo' back up off the wall!
Get yo' back up off the wall! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get yo' back up off the wall!

Get yo' back up off that wall, too many kids talk shit, no balls
When we get down, we do not fall
When we get down we one and all
Ayy, ayy, ayy!

You got beef, I want you to move, you got soul, I want you to stroll, okay, there's too much of this bullshit, people standing up on the fucking wall, they got no feet, so nigga, just get on top of the-
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, wait, wait, wait, wait

Yeah
Yeah, I can get down, I can get down on a pound of the sound
And I feel it, killing my spirit, I know you hear it, I just might sear it
Burr