This is for all of our homies out there struggling in the hood.
lyrics
Shout out to them tadpoles
Hanging out in all them watering holes
Turning into frogs
Sitting on them logs
All day going ribbit ribiit
Trying to stay out of the exhibit exhibit
Just eating flies
Not trying to dies
Cuz we just some rap-poles
Bout to make it big
Tryna make them swag rolls
Cz that’s the only way we live
Yeah we talkin bout them inchworms
Not the kind Eminem stick in his interns
Kind that turns into them butterflies
Im the rap version of the Nobel Prize
All them inchworms out der hatin
Saying rap is crap
Ima make you all restating
Saying rap is WHACK
Yeah we just some rhyme-worms
Tryna make it to the top
Our raps our beyond yours
They finna hit the spot
credits
released October 29, 2012
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