Who you with? Who your crew? Who your clique? Who your fan? Who your sis? Who your gang? Who your real? * em all, * em all, that my child That my crew, that my clique That my fan, that my sis That my gang, that my real * em all, * em all, that my child Yeah, ayy, that my child That my child, ayy, yeah That my child, yeah, ayy Feel like one of the crew, feel like one of the crew Ain't got nothing to do, ain't got nothing to do Feel like superglue, feel like one of the crew And I'm running with you, we got money to move Put your pride in a trash bin, too much ego in the captions Don't get swept up like a Tesla, you ain't really need to gas in Hate to see my niggas clashing, hate the plot, love the casting Tryna catch a nigga lacking, bet the tribe'll outlast him Every nigga got an accent, and a funky way of dancing And we give the world our passion, and they still afraid of black skin Niggas tryna split a fraction, small money for the trapping Stadiums full of vibranium in the land of the black skin And it's time that we cash in, feel the hunger like I'm fasting Let's think of more action, I'm so motherfuckin' tapped in Black star, line of capping, Babylonian assassin Fake woke niggas napping, tuck em in like a napkin That my tribe, that my crew, that my clique That my fam, that my city That my gang, that my grip * em all, * em all, that my tribe Yeah, yeah, that my tribe Yeah, yeah, that my tribe Aye, yeah, that my tribe Yeah, tribe of Y, tribe of Y That should be my battle cry That should be my alibi now Yeah, tribe of Y, tribe of Y I and I, buy and buy, that my tribe They tryna conquer all the tribes We laugh and multiply the pie Let em tie, let em tie, let em tie * em all, * em all, that my tribe Yeah, yeah, that my tribe Yeah, yeah, that my tribe Yeah, yeah, that my tribe Yeah, yeah, aye B-stay the biggest thing on the door Five stars, stay the mob on the floor Now we get a feeling, show some more Benefit by the mother god, now *