[Intro] (Classic high-pitched G-Funk synth whine starts to cut through) (Heavy, bouncy West Coast bass drops with a sharp clapping snare) Yeah. Tell me, what is hype to you? Couple girls in a Porsche? Luxury room view? Listen close. Let's ride. [Verse 1] Tell me, what is hype to you? Tell me right now. A couple ladies in a Porsche? A luxury suite vow? A million followers or even more on the screen? A warm house, heavy buds, a crazy wild scene? A potent strain and hot coffee when the sun wakes? 'Cause that’s all you wanted in your dreams for goodness sakes. Know this, kid, I don't like it! (I don't like that trash!) That’s all I’ll throw away if I’m left with no cash. 'Cause we don't stress it, man, we don't like it! I grew up where the cold breathes straight down your back, In the morning I pray my brothers stay on the track. Even for those where the wire snapped in two, I remember the sun, see the clouds, hunger in the crew. You want that hype 'cause it's a trendy word, But I ignored your rules, I don't care what you heard. I’ll just smile and you’ll see my reply was half-hearted, Growing like a meteor, your whole lane is departed. I was breathing on the low; she screamed to get near, Looked from afar at this life you call sweet, dear. But those berries are poison, wolf-berries in the wood, Got no vitamins inside, I'd leave it if I could. Call it whatever you want, but I’m stepping out the hood. [Chorus] Tell me, what is hype to you? Couple tattoos on the skin? A VIP box win? You targeted by all these cats, but they stray in the bin. You standing right between two zeros on the floor, And I'm unlikely to follow your programs anymore. In the camera lens by day, targeted by girls at night, I am at my very limit, she gives it—I decline the light. I am all wrinkled, back in mud, but a diamond to her view, And she wants to get closer for five minutes with the crew. (ha) And I don't like it, man, we don't like it! Stains on the hoodie, but they wash out clean, Your hype-hype-hype won't stay on the scene. And all your hype-hype-hype is gonna lose its sheen. [Verse 2] (Bassline bounces heavier, claps hit aggressive and tight) I was breathing on the low; she screamed to get near, Looked from afar at this life you call sweet, dear. But those berries are poison, wolf-berries in the wood, Got no vitamins inside, I'd leave it if I could. Call it whatever you want, but I’m stepping out the hood. I was breathing on the low... Looked from afar at this life you call sweet, dear. But those berries are poison, wolf-berries in the dark, Got no wine inside 'em, they won't leave a mark. Call it whatever you want, but I’m stepping out. Call it whatever you want, but I’m stepping out. Call it whatever you want, but I’m stepping out. I'm stepping out, yeah, I'm stepping out. [Outro] (High G-Funk synth whine loops and slowly fades out) (Bouncy Mustard-style bass snaps solo on the final beats) Yeah... I'm stepping out. Keep your fake hype. West Coast connection. We gone. [Fade Out] [End]
