[Chorus: Amarii Davu & J Watts]
I got my n***a J Watts in the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
I got my n***a Young Cord in the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
This ya boy Davu, I'm with the Tribe (He with the Tribe, Tribe)
This ya boy Davu with the Tribe (He with the Tribe, Tribe)
I got my n***a J Watts in the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
I got my n***a Young Cord in the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
And this ya boy (He with the Tribe, Tribe)
(He with the Tribe, Tribe)

[Verse 1: Amarii Davu]
I come from Nashville, Jo Johnston
Back in the 90's that was Compton
To us Nashville n***as
Bustin' them triggers
I wasn't even thinking about these lyrics
But now I got a feeling (got a feeling), No pencil (no pencil)
Freestyling (freestyling), Acapella (acapella)
I'm tryna sign to Roc-A-Fella or RocNation
Hey, let me get up on my job
Why you n***as hatin'?
Now let me
Spit this shit to the fullest into your ears
The hardest motherfucker of the year
Album of the year
I'm creating that shit right c'here
Let the crowd cheer
Let the crowd get loud
Yea! I see you n***as smoking loud
Smoking on them blunts
N***a what's that junt right there?
Let me bang that bitch right here
And let me get it down right here
Yea, yea
[Chorus: Amarii Davu & J Watts]
I got my n***a J Watts in the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
I got my n***a Young Cord in the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
This ya boy Davu, I'm with the Tribe (He with the Tribe, Tribe)
This ya boy Davu I'm with the Tribe (He with the Tribe, Tribe)
Now this my n***a J Watts in the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
I got my n***a Young Cord in the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
And this ya boy Davu I'm with the, with the (He with the Tribe, Tribe)
This ya boy (He with the Tribe, Tribe)

[Verse 2: Amarii Davu]
My momma used to hate that I was rapping
My daddy used to think that I was trapping
My uncle used to think that I was clapping
He would call me AK, yea yea, but now it stopped
Everybody know I'm cream of crop
Whenever I drop
Videos in the studio, I be killing these motherfuckers
It's so simple
Bust a motherfucker like a pimple, with no riddles
I
Kill these motherfuckers to the death
Kill them dead, .7 lead
Send it to his head
Arm, leg, leg, arm head
That's Allah, you can't bother
Y'all don't want to see a motherfucker like me proper
Sitting in that '67 Impala
Blood red when I'm riding through your city (through your city)
Blood red when I'm riding in your city like (through your city)
Yea, and I'm riding with my Tribe
Spit that shit live every time I'm on the mic
Yea, they wanna ask me what it's like
To be a young star in this motherfucking paint
Shit, it feel live than a motherfucker
Yea, It feel live than a motherfucker
Yea, these motherfuckers be lying to ya
But I'ma give y'all that real shit
[Bridge]
Yea in the tribe
Yea I'm with the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
Yea I'm with the Tribe (He with the Tribe, Tribe)
I got my n***as right here
We in the Tribe (He with the Tribe, Tribe)

[Chorus]
I got my n***a J Watts in the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
I got my n***a Young Cord in the Tribe (Ok, Ok)
And this ya boy Davu, I'm from the Tribe (He with the Tribe, Tribe)
And now a n***a like me is signing out (He with the Tribe, Tribe)

[Outro]
LMF
My PR Tierra in the Tribe
Rob Reed, Corey up in the Tribe
J. Buck, Kim Kim up in the Tribe
And the homey Santeia in the Tribe
MIC the Def, K.O.B. in the Tribe
R.M., Toni T up in the Tribe
B Eazy, J. Nance up in the Tribe
And OG Lil' Foot she in the Tribe
TG, QB up in the Tribe
Madvillian, Davi J up in the Tribe
And my city 615 up in the Tribe
Yea, my city 615 up in the Tribe
North side Nashville do it right
North side Nashville do it right
North side Nashville up in the Tribe
North side Nashville up in the Tribe
Davu, Davu