S.C.M.G.W.P.

[Verse 1: Cheno Lyfe]

Misfits (yeah)

Social Gang

Gentlemen, spit crack on that bang bang

We on that ar-tist, bust your eardrums

In the darkness, we make you feel right

The weird ones, we are the cool kids (yeah)

The ones you bring with your friends be all like who's this

Social Club this is the blueprint

Spit flames and we skip names in the fits game we the new kids

We make our own rules in this rap thang with a clone you

So snap and stand on our own two and we pack bang in that phone booth

Aye Fernie told me snap on em

So I'm bout to blackout with the lights on

In the paint. Ready to run up with Christ on and

I ain't never been the one to run when the fights on

When the fight come, I'm on. Ready to thump. Bet my life on

Ready to die for em fight with my sight gone

City like Saigon

I'm gone. hoping the hood see the movement

Yeah, it's that Good City Music

[Hook: F.E.R.N.]

We came to eat but the whole plate

With these techniques we get souls saved

Live on stage, it's the club baby

And on stage nothing but love baby

Real dudes spittin' real flow

Real life, it gets real y'all

That's word to my kin folk, we living up what we meant fo'

And these just words keep your eye on Christ

Social Club, Cheno Lyfe and we finna' ride

[Verse 2: Martymar]

Yeah, okay I'm hated by the populars

We on the top floor get your binoculars

We really don't fit in but I'm not concerned

And I'm killing everything I'm bout to cop a hearse

Whoa, it's like the night of the living dead

She said she met a man, I told him everything she did

I swear my life was never perfect just a screwed up kid

Did a lot of bad things, I never thought that I would live

To see what I see, now people look at me

And now they ask themselves, who in the world is this

I'm getting misfit gang tatted on my wrist

Just to remind myself that He's the reason I exist

Yeah, okay I swear that my life's a mess

But I'm covered by the grace of God that never left

Uh, got my snapback on with the Brooklyn Nets

My life is like a game the way we cheated death

Uh, hoping the hood see the movement

Yeah, okay it's Good City Music

[Hook: F.E.R.N.]

We came to eat but the whole plate

With these techniques we get souls saved

Live on stage, it's the club baby

And on stage nothing but love baby

Real dudes spittin' real flow

Real life, it gets real y'all

That's word to my kin folk, we living up what we meant fo'

And these just words keep your eye on Christ

Social Club, Cheno Lyfe and we finna' ride

[Verse 3: F.E.R.N.]

Picture me only talking dividends

Uh, me I'm way much different

Humble at the same time say I'm magnificent

Cause the words running off this pen must be heaven sent

The culture say we don't need God, listen youngin'

A day gone come and that day gone come trust it

Praying for you now cause I know you need it cousin

Yeah, you gotta love it

Social Club way of life is appliable

Cause we're deep rooted in the Bible

Marty said go nuts, stay faithful

At the same time do much, stay grateful

Put work in and the harvest gone pop up

Social Club boys, bowtie and a fly tux

Uh, question to be asked is you die much

Why try God? Why not, join through our club

[Hook: F.E.R.N.]

We came to eat but the whole plate

With these techniques we get souls saved

Live on stage, it's the club baby

And on stage nothing but love baby

Real dudes spittin' real flow

Real life, it gets real y'all

That's word to my kin folk, we living up what we meant fo'

And these just words keep your eye on Christ

Social Club, Cheno Lyfe and we finna' ride