MY NAME IS RAT BOY

I switch, flip the beat up live
My name is rat boy
I switch, flip the beat up live
My name is rat boy
I seem a little crazy, 'cause the thought on my mind
I got no money in the bag, but I’m doin' it fine
I got people comin' for me and I don’t know why
I got friends that got my back till the day that I die
So, don’t step to me
It’ll get complex
Don’t tell me what time I got
So, fuck your Rolex
People givin' shit, but never can take
I see you and I know that you’re fake
You’re just at stake, give it a break
Oh, now look at the mess that you make
Runnin' form the man, with a form in his hand
Step down, son, you know you’re gonna get scared
Here’s another case of a strong backhand
On a sad, bad lad that you’ll never understand
I switch, flip the beat up live
My name is rat boy
I switch, flip the beat up live
My name is rat boy
I switch, flip the beat up live
My name is rat boy
I switch, flip the beat up live
My name is rat boy
Blastin' Wu-Tang from the car
We go drive and run the boulevard
Notice us 'cause the shit’s so loud
From the crowd to hope the old bastard’s proud
Know what, boy, they don’t give a fuck
Reppin' Supreme dickies and Chucks
Could wear more, but we need more bucks
Have you seen the price of Independent trucks?
By all mean, I don’t mean to diss
Just shoutin' out my favorite shit
Long ago, who would’ve known
I’d be the master of a microphone?
Back to basics, who’s left to say to kid?
The breaks don’t work and I need a paycheck
Spray my name, then I drive away
Take the Advil and I still can’t trade
I switch, flip the beat up live
My name is rat boy
I switch, flip the beat up live
My name is rat boy
My name is rat boy, rat boy, rat boy