Awww Shit

[Verse 1]
Every day I wake up lookin' out my window
Shitty that we livin' in a place of skid row
Broke and shit and hopin' it's something to live for
But right now we don't see it, all we know we pissed, bro
Hit low with swift blows and Lord God forbid, yo
To get dough, you'll get choked or left with a slit throat
And kids grow with skin sores and wear dirty, ripped clothes
It's a shitshow, well that's just the way the wind blow
Tryna get ahead, I'm back, I mean I rip shows
Hopin' people come and pay to see me spit flows
I'm known up in the streets, man, I don't need no intro
Because they know I got more talent in my big toe
Than anything on radio or spawnin' discos
The underground panel, no songs that come from bitch hoes
Toss him off a bridge so wе gon' see his shit flow
It's official, we gon' hit you with the shit that's sick, bro

[Chorus x2]
When I'm in your town, pеople like:
Awww shit!
'Cause when we put it down, the crowd is:
Awww shit!
Because we got the kind of sound that's:
Awww shit!
If you ain't underground and proud, then:
Y'all ain't shit!

[Bridge]
Ooh, baby, you like R&B
I'm so sorry
'Cause, bitch, that ain't me

[Verse 2]
Astoundin' as I'm howlin' all the doubters, "Q's back!"
If you's that, I'm in the booth, I'm on a new track
This time around, I tighten up my fuckin' bootstraps
New Jack Grooms are a huge pack of douchebags
No one even cares that your little group raps
Maybe in your school class, but still proof that
Rockin' a black blue rag, the sharpest in the Tool Shack
And you fags are more consumed with perpetratin' coon swag
Yet every venue you've been to, you got booed at
I'm a lion tamer who's ripped away at Bruce Katz
Take the stage and hit 'em with a simple boom-bap
You take the stage and all the crowd is askin', "Who's that?"
True that, you're a coon swag, but yo, man, you knew that
You fools there look sillier than wearing Dr. Seuss hats
Claimin' that you hard and ain't afraid to shoot gas
But you ain't move a crowd like this old school cat

[Chorus x2]
When I'm in your town, people like:
Awww shit!
'Cause when we put it down, the crowd is:
Awww shit!
Because we got the kind of sound that's:
Awww shit!
If you ain't underground and proud, then:
Y'all ain't shit!

[Verse 3]
Stayin' in the game, sometimes it seems hopeless
When I'm doin' shows, the shit's explosive
Imma stay shiny more than a glowstick
Your whole clique is so dim and know you can't approach this
Notice this microphone is so cold it's frozen
From the illest southern motherfuckin' flows spit
Tryna make more cake than hoes take
On the scene swarmin' the streets like locusts
Real killers moshin' the pits to bone split
Fake dogs stick to the wall like Post-its
I be with the bitches that can do pole tricks
You and your crew is lucky if you pull gross chicks
Whoa kid, I don't care who you roast with
Disrespectin' end up with that fuckin' throat slit
I ain't got the time to fuck around with no bitch
I shine you hard like cockroaches

[Chorus x2]
When I'm in your town, people like:
Awww shit!
'Cause when we put it down, the crowd is:
Awww shit!
Because we got the kind of sound that's:
Awww shit!
If you ain't underground and proud, then:
Y'all ain't shit!