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

[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