| What you thought boy, it’s the tribe, ay |
| You can’t touch but you can try, ay |
| Pulling up its nothing survive, yeah |
| Pull the hating to the side |
| Please don’t touch the tribe |
| Horse’s way too high |
| Please don’t touch the tribe |
| Horse’s way too high |
| Tribe undefeated |
| 82−0 for the season |
| Garden of Eden, talked to the serpent and told him to beat it |
| People so bold on the internet, what they do? |
| Nothing, but always be tweeting |
| I got the demons right where my feet is |
| I been the one since a fetus |
| I never been one to sweat, you never been to Gwinett |
| This is where I learned how to flex |
| I treat that hate like my ex, I don’t reply |
| They didn’t talk when you blessed |
| I ain’t got no time for this stress |
| Holy weapon in my left hand, we could put it to the test |
| Hol up |
| This world gon crazy but we in it till we die |
| But I ain’t trippin' cause my crew is on my side |
| We keep on loving when the enemy attacks |
| All my life, keep it indie to the max |
| What you thought boy, it’s the tribe, ay |
| You can’t touch but you can try, ay |
| Pulling up its nothing survive, yeah |
| Pull the hating to the side |
| Please don’t touch the tribe |
| Touch the tribe, please don’t touch the tribe |
| Horse’s way too high |
| Know it come alive, know it come alive |
| Please don’t touch the tribe |
| Horse’s way too high |
| Yeah |
| Tribe yeah, that’s my family |
| Oh yeah that’s my people |
| Fire, light the darkness |
| We push back the evil |
| High horse ride the cavalry |
| All the way up to Calvary |
| Rise now, keep an eye out |
| Eye out for the sequel |
| Yeah, independent changed the definition |
| We depending on the One that lives within us |
| Papa put me here to push a mission |
| If you push against it, that be cataclysmic |
| All my masters only have one have one master |
| Like I won the masters got that jacket on me |
| Got a pack of homies and this passion on me |
| Be a savage 'till my holy matrimony |
| This world gon crazy but we in it till we die |
| But I ain’t trippin' cause my crew is on my side |
| We keep on loving when the enemy attacks |
| All my life, keep it indie to the max |
| What you thought boy, it’s the tribe, ay |
| You can’t touch but you can try, ay |
| Pulling up its nothing survive, yeah |
| Pull the hating to the side, yeah |
| Please don’t touch the tribe |
| Horse’s way too high |
| Please don’t touch the tribe |
| Horse’s way too high |
| De la soul |