Heyy
When you will you stop buggin'
Don't play... With my heart
Climbing up
Mountain club
F*ckin' rough
Don't trip me up
Findin' out
It ain't about
Me and you
We say the truth
Ants are organized but they so small
Man's disorganized but he so big
All we go to is shopping malls
All of us look for that next lick
Man so small but the world so big
Life so hard but that errr so thick
On computers we click and click
In our waists we got that blick, blick, blick
All of y'all is doin tricks
All of y'all ain't tryin this
Boom bap drums ain't never sound so thick
Jungle grass never housed no chicks
Big ass guns and big ass funds
Work so hard I'm on the run
Work so hard it ain't no fun
Work so hard I'm tryina make some buns
Climbing up
Mountain club (back it up, yeah!)
F*ckin' rough (woo, ye-ye-yeah)
Don't trip me up (don't trip me up, bitch)
Findin' out (f*ck off with all of that shit)
It ain't about (we just tryina get lit)
Me and you (we all tryina hit that lick)
We say the truth
Like- and then run the- run the video of the ant colony
Lil Game!
People just be thinking with their dicks
Looking at all these chicks shaking their hips
Mmm
Look what the ants can do while we just building with bricks
I mean
Look at the kids playing with sticks
Training for war at just six
Watchu tryina do with all of this?
Goin' to countries, killing the kids
People just be shooting that khat
But what they don't realize is, that's so whack
End up with cancer 'cause you smokin' that 'bacc
Wouldn't wanna end up like that
Ants so small, but so orderly
Humans quite the opposite, you see
Fent up all up on the f*ckin' street
Just making our people so weak
Weak- Weak- Weak- Weak
People so weak