I’ve kept my Asian flow
Some say it’s old, some say I’ll fail but I’m only getting more work
You’re a modern racist
But I’ve been recognized in Insadong
They call me and my value has gone up like a phone on vibrate
My phone rings, Mad hyung is asking me for help
My phone rings, my gangster hyungs asking me to do an album together
JUSTHIS, I don’t stop, I’m everywhere
I think my life is different from other rappers till now
It’s worth being my fan, whatever I do, it’s very me
I know that if you want me to change, I won’t
I’m higher than the high
Artists are 30% their fans
I can’t fall so you follow
Even if I’m spending all my money and failing at my album
I can survive even if I have to work part-time
So save your pity for your brother
I won’t ever beg
So shut the fuck up and just watch how the real rappers do

We have survived
Not being able to work is the worst
So kill these villains right?
We just do our thang
We just do our thang
And the sounds like bang
This is population control
Bang bang bang bang bang

The goal of the villain, the typical future of a hero
There’s too much I want so I’ll take over the past world
If money is everything then fuck it, I want everything
Only have greed because of the devil’s temptation
If I could sell my soul and make 10 million, I would
But do you think that makes sense?
Then I’ll make a deal with the illuminati today
Tell them to carve my name on their pyramiduhh
G2, the reason you guys imitate hip hop
Even if I go up to the majors, I’ll give out free mixtapes
That’s a tribute to the people I think of
Whoo GODDAMNIT!
Until each of my dreds become a rare item, I’ll look for the way to the top
My goal is to be the best and tear apart my enemy’s’ neck and grasp onto my victory

We have survived
Not being able to work is the worst
So kill these villains right?
We just do our thang
We just do our thang
And the sounds like bang
This is population control
Bang bang bang bang bang

A pen over a knife, a brush over a shield
A candle over a bomb
A hug over a barricade
Love over hate
Humanity over ideology
Heart over head, art over guns
99 out of 100, bastards who pretend to be strong
In their rap, I smell pigeons
I’ll treat you like the balls of male lions who have lost the battle of nerves
Hold up my middle finger and peace out
Words are my bullets, you’re already being sniped
Mad C, he’s freakin cool for some reason
Whether it’s a ballad, whether he’s slamming it or having a chill vibe
I play with all grooves so you just look away
My rap needs diapers
Your rap needs miracles to sell out on charts
I’ll rip it all up, see? Your work is your son
Homie, just crawl like a dog bitch

We have survived
Not being able to work is the worst
So kill these villains right?
We just do our thang
We just do our thang
And the sounds like bang
This is population control
Bang bang bang bang bang

I’m a go-getter, you dirty world, give me my money
You messed up bastards just keep shitting on me
I want so much more, fill up my big pockets
Taking small bites then all at once
This business keeps changing people
There’s no love here, I’m saving my feelings
I spread my seeds here and now they have sprouted
Whether you’re a friend or an enemy, I’ll pretend to be close to all
Hahaha, competition means nothing to me
I’m just killing another me inside of me
I don’t have antagonizing feelings, just putting my head down
Like rice ready to harvest, I’m a forest of gold light
Stop pretending you know and just feel it
While you’re trying hard to survive, we’re having fun
Why do you keep hiding the more you get famous?
Someday, you’ll get caught so just be honest

We have survived
Not being able to work is the worst
So kill these villains right?
We just do our thang
We just do our thang
And the sounds like bang
This is population control
Bang bang bang bang bang