[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Aight

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Who want some of Debo? Love god, but I ain't Tebow
'Cause I be out here takin' shots for fouls against me like a free throw
Ooh, that's nasty, free all my dogs like lassie
If ya ever touch Fat or Baby Fat, hell, ya might as well buy a casket
Ooh, I'm a savage, when it come to static, it get problematic
If you touch my lineage or cabbage, I can't have it
Most of my patnas don't know who they dad is, it get tragic
Where I'm from ain't lavish, they grew up some bastards
Chasing cash and coochie, and it usually came from lack of guidance
That's why I ain't moved by all these goofy actin' rappers wylin'
It's astounding how much counseling we need for PTSD
I can't fathom the amount of counsel we need in the streets
It's offensive, that's why I'm not apprehensive with the tech
I was really in them trenches, then transcended out the jects
Don't believe me? Go ask Ceece, ask Lil Early, ask K-Dub
Hell, ask Fat, I'm so swat, I scream southwest when we make love
It's just in me, no pretending, my hand's the only thing that's friendly
I don't need a Beamer, Benz, or a Bentley to have a whole slew of bops compliment me
The gold in my teeth was done complimentary
The flow is unique and lowkey relentless
My goal is to speak, to folk without bending
The truth and to free the globe from pretending, ooh
[Chorus: Fat & Nell]
Aight, bet, if you don't feel that, then you prolly dead
If you get slapped and don't fight back, that mean you prolly scared
But it's all gravy where we from, that mean you just a lame
When Debo come, if you don't run, you better tuck yo chain
Yeah, yeah, aight, bet, if you don't feel that, then you prolly dead (Ooh)
If you get slapped and don't fight back, that mean you prolly scared (Don't be scared)
But it's all gravy where we from, that mean you just a lame (You so lame)
When Debo come, if you don't run, you better tuck yo chain

[Verse 2: Fat]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the young queen, mother, baby, what it do?
If I bark, then my squad bark, like a cue (Aw, hell)
And we bite, but we don't fight unless it get greasy
Bring danger anywhere we be, you'll be endangered species, ooh
My flow torch like tiki, ooh, I resort if need be too
Violence, if my tribe riots, we in yo grill like BBQ
Pack hardware like CPU 'cause Shaitan be plotting
But I stay on my toes like stockings and on guard like Stockton

[Verse 3: Nell]
Ooh, my beats bang like Compton, ooh
I'm stone cold like Austin, ooh
My flow wild like Rodman, every bar deserve a coffin, ooh
Cause I'm killing it, the feeling is surreal when ya building with
The ones who held you down and instilled you with
The thoughts that you should dwell where the spirit is, and
I'm appreciative, deceased the weeks, the beats couldn't reach the kids
I used to teach the lief techniques to win
But now I beast on beats and release the pen
Every now and then to display my zen
I tell my kin it's more than one way to win
They show they skin and know it's portrayed as sin
But my flow let them know they got Yah within
[Chorus: Fat & Nell]
Aight, bet, if you don't feel that, then you prolly dead
If you get slapped and don't fight back, that mean you prolly scared
But it's all gravy where we from, that mean you just a lame
When Debo come, if you don't run, you better tuck yo chain
Yeah, yeah, aight, bet, if you don't feel that, then you prolly dead (Ooh)
If you get slapped and don't fight back, that mean you prolly scared (Don't be scared)
But it's all gravy where we from, that mean you just a lame (You so lame)
When Debo come, if you don't run, you better tuck yo chain