Mess With Us

(Chorus)
This is what you get x2
When you mess with us, with us

(Verse 1: Aaron Cohen)
So committed that I should be committed
If you want it, come and get it, got Seattle on my fitted
Running down my leg and they claimed I never shit it
Yeah, so I could give a fuck about a critic
What, I need Pitchfork to tell me how dope I am ?
Like I need accountants to tell me how broke I am
Like I need my ex girl to tell me what a joke I am
But honestly the jokes on them
A million deep and we all screaming swag
Got my hand on my balls cause that's all that I have
With my vans kind of dirty and my pants kind of sagg
We laugh about the game like it's not that bad
This is cool, you don't wanna see me mad
I go Wu, and scream on your ass like your dad
Trader Joe flow yeah I got it in the bag
I don't care what you rep throw up that white flag like

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Aaron Cohen)
All of our idols are dead or suicidal
So keeping the dream alive is so damn vital
Not going for approval, I'm going for the title
And fuck your blog, my name is in the bible
Don't get me wrong, we'd love to put you on
But our radio station only plays five fucking songs
Yo it's cool, I don't get upset
I kick a hole in your chest
And rip your soul out your neck
Cause I dug so deep and my heart's cracks in crevasses
I could see it man I'm standing at the precipice
Of dropping some of this years most impressive shit
Cause big rappers don't know what a recession is
The american dream is a dream deferred
You live the life that they prefer
I don't run with the herd cause the herd is herbs
I sit back like damn you nerds got nerve