[Verse 1: Youngin]
It's D.o.C what the f*ck you think
Pockets so fat they fill up banks
Step in the room, haters give me so many gas faces
I could fill up tanks
Y'all don't rank but I'm lapping n*ggas
So far ahead that I'm after n*ggas
On the track, so I can't let a man
Defeat me like a captured n*gga
f*ck that and f*ck you I trust none and love few
I'm number one and number two
Wife the game now I'm sonning you
On every track I spit facts
So I stand out like albino blacks in pink hats
They shouldn't have game me the green light now I don't know how to act
Try to keep up cause I'm on the move
Destined to win though I'm born to lose
Surrounded by hoes and they gon' choose
So I slide in that thing like a horn in a shoe
Know the man cause he in this b*tch
D.C. lets kill this sh*t
Lincoln Heights I represent
When you getting dollars you ain't gotta make sense
Wale, he lotus flower, I fire flower like Mario
And leave the microphones body broke
I make the booth my potty ho
And sh-sh-sh-sh-sh*t on beats, 24-7, 52 weeks
Everyday I run this sh*t no in-between's, ya'nah mean
[Hook: Youngin]
All I want is some respect for my city
Even if I have to sacrifice my all just to get it
D.C., yeah I do this for y'all
And I am just a vehicle that's moving for y'all (2x)
(tell them again n*gga)
[Verse 2: Youngin]
I turn heads when I walk through
Outfit sharper than a sharks tooth
Girls thinking I'm a mixed dude
But I'm all n*gga like the movie Roots
Micheaux in the game and I plan to stay
God MC, n*gga, learn to pray
Hunt the game, I know your face
I know where you live, yeah I learned the prey
Rap skills like I'm forty something
I got the gift like I bought me something
Still underground like I roll with Tubman
Intelligent, Lydia Liza Gutman
Chick tells me that she trying to cut
So I got another girl and they scissor'd up
I tell you when they're all liquored up
Everything goes down when they 'In Da Club'
No 50 Cent I got dollar bills
Flow so cold that you gotta chill
You can't pay your light bill
Tank on E like you buy it pills
Still, you gotta keep your head up
Chest out, and never give up
Dry the tears that you shed up
And promise to f*ck their head up
Gotta elevate to another level
And don't spend your money on a icey bezel
Please take heed to what Youngin tells you
Implement, and it won't fail you
I just wanna be a better man, for my kid, and take a stand
To make sure she has a fighting chance
So she can be the ruler of this land
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Youngin]
Y-O, U-N, G-I-N, I am
Your city I fly in, but when I go home I slide in
D.C. I love you I'll place nothing above you
Extend your arms and I'll hug you
All year round I cuff you
Verbally, I'm untouchable
These non-rapping ass n*ggas can't f*ck wit dude
I'm from the streets no Huxtable
We struggle hard and suffer too
Still made it to the tip-top
Praise be to hip-hop
We made it pass that click-pop
We still here n*gga give props
I spit hot like dragons breath
Fresh prince no Jazzy Jeff
I'm on now and they mad he next
n*gga I can't help it that I rap the best
You need to step your game up
Stop stepping your lame up
Stop trying to be famous
I spit sh*t to cause danger
I'm known around for doing me and not trying to be Tunechi
Cornrows, loose clothes, I make you feel like it's 2 G
But that's the point of Tha Rewind
In a crowded room, he shines
In the sun, he blinds
Inside, you gon' need blinds
[Hook]