Trunk Music

(Hook)

What am I saying
What am I doing

It’s not a race
Nigga we cruising

Without a bass
What is the music

What is a win
Without the losing...

...(what I’m saying )
What am I saying
What am I doing

(Verse)

We been done with Stacey dash
Since clueless
Claim our clovers
Gabrielle Union

Summer coming hope they
Stop the shooting
Open schools and we might stop the looting

We don’t owe these politicians
Nothing
Don’t got come
From nothing to be something

Pop the trunk
To show em what we bumpin

1979 by smashing pumpkins

Yeah
We got the bass
We making space
Member the face
Like a card

Running the race
It’s not a dash
Taking our pace
Where we are

We don’t ever have to fade
We are so much more than what they pay

You don’t have to shade it great
You don’t have to rush to awaits

(Verse 2)

THIS one for the trunks
Muthafuck a trump
This one for the klumps

This one for the slumps
This one for the dunks
Shit that make you jump

For the kids with the lunch free
Middle schoolers who was ugly
All the people That would diss me
Thinking I won’t outgrow
The old me

Dropped outta college
Fell into rapping
Then I fell into acting

True to myself
People was passing
Now I see them all crashing

I am not my environment
But the testimony
Of the shit I’ve lived

It’s not where you from
More of where you crib

It’s the way you drum
Not about the kit

(Hook)