In my Fall of Rome jeans, my headporter wallet
My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Chen clock shit
My not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school
One of Jay-z's boys now I'm skating in your pools
Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules...
