[Verse 3]
And I heard that
Foreign cars is the only key to their hearts
And it’s no love and I’m locked out
Cause all I got right now’s my balls
And f** these blond, ‘celebritonts’
Wanna be rappers tryna be hard
Labels tellin’ me I’mma gamble
I’m just tellin’ them play their cards
Cause I work hard matter fact no
More specifically I work jobs
Flippin’ burgers, scrubbin floors
Matter fact I deserve applause
And f** these stars
We on earth
Kept it real amoungst these frauds
And did what they said wasn’t right
How does it feel to be f**in’ wrong
Huh?
[Hook]
Oh My God! No one understands me here
So put your hands up, If you dont give a f**
Im never gonna be like you (everybody)
Put ur hands up if you dont give a f** (f**, f**)
Im never gonna be like you (everybody)
Put your hands up if you dont give a f** (f**, f**)
Im never gonna be like you (everybody)
Put your hands up (hands up)
Verse 2:
Yeah and I like my chucks dirty as f**
Attitude mean like how I grew up
Hold grunges like I hold my nuts
Never sober so I hold my cup
And I never had much but I always lived
The best times were when I didn’t have sh**
20 dollar denim hopin’ that I fill the pockets up with somethin’
A little more than this balled up lint
Im a Cleveland kid with a world wide dream
Blue collar boy tryna chase that green
No red lights im going full speed
No limits on whatever I want to achieve
I been through hell that’s why im hot
I fear no man alive but God
Take anything of mine away
But take my pa**ion they cannot
Kells
[Hook:]
SKRILLEX…
NOW PUT YO FUCKIN HANDS UP!!!
[Hook]
YES OH MY GOD (GOD, GOD, GOD!)