[Verse 1]

80’s baby with a 49er starter

A pack of Now-and-Laters listening to 40 Water

Yo, I was just a shorty on a mission just to fit in

Paid attention to the language and the lyrics, learning English

(It was) An introduction to a culture I adore

Since I came to San Francisco at the tender age of four

I was learning all my lessons through the music

Pardon if my tongue gets twisted, I’m splittin’ it

So then I sacrificed my native dialect to talkin’ local slang

Hella Bay from the beginning, I’m soaking up the game

From the culture I adopted when I had to leave my own and

Survive another continent so far away from home

Learned to pop the slang, kick it with the baddest

For better or for worse but oftentimes it’s problematic

Yo, I can take a hint and play the back if I offend

Only the utmost…when I bless the paper wit my pen

[Chorus]

Good music, Bay Music (4x)

(group clap)

[Verse 2]

Used to freestylin’ when I was in college

I could not control the words that’s comin’ out my mouth, and

It became a problem, but I couldn’t stop it

Why you think I like to rap about specific topics?

Never had control, my mouth was always on a roll

(That goes to show) I weaponize my words, yeah, it became so easy

I became a target and a little lost, so

I devised a plan to hit em back when they would tease me

So pardon me if my opinion is abrasive

Authenticity is what I speak ‘cause I’m a native

But humble is, as humble does

And you ain’t humble, if you holier than thou

But you never had to struggle like the people you defending

The ones you organizing, the students in the lecture hall

Stop infantilizing

Meet me on my level, never turn your nose up on me

‘Cause my story is MY story, you can never tell it for me

[Repeat Chorus]