I Got the Alan Walker mask on
Grabbing many stacks on
Walking down the AeonBSD swag on
Motherfuckers tell me this shit is my fucking turn on
Got this shit money stack and I ain′t a political con
I am the salt of the earth
This is my land of birth
Say that shit first
My indo blood be red and white that shit lit like sunburst
(Tell em how it is)
(Hook)
Middle class jams, man
Privileged boys flex, man
Bitin' 88 Rising aesthetics, holy shit man
Keep it for that Instagram
We natives of this land man
(I′m repping the BDG, the D-plate city, know what I mean? City of flowers homie)
Yea we got bare bitches, slim or thick your choice
Tanned or light-skinned, or even some ladyboys
When we stuck it to the VOC
Can't tame us mister can't you see
Don′t tresspass my shit remember when in Rome
I′m an easygoing chigga unless you fuck with my home
Talkin' bout them history
Civil wars and Kompanie
Now we got Jihadis
Why y′all hate the Chinese?
(Oh shit, you went there...)
We just scooter jockeys
Suckers for them Stussys
Riches grown locally amassing in Mandiri
Ancestors been here since before it's been called East Indie
(You know your past huh?)
(But I′ll show you how we do it zaman now)
Middle class jams, man
Privileged boys flex, man
Bitin' 88 Rising aesthetics, holy shit man
Keep it for that Instagram
We natives of this land man
Everybody here a hustler whether old or young
And if you male, then you blacking up your lung
Don′t forget Nasi Padang, ain't no crispy Rendang
We got giant bugs here but for that I would get stung
(Tell em how it is)
It's them tropical vibes, mixed in with petty bribes
We got dirty cops too they come in more types than two
Get cash in the right hands
My profit never strands
(You a Buah Batu kid? Shit)
You got too much envy, I say that′s burdening
Tell me shit is unfair, you do too much leasing
We indomitable
Indo might′ll make you tremble
(We ain't as dope as Singapore or Japan and all that, but we comin′ up, so look out)
I'm a maritime Azn, not from ′nam or Thailand
I'm middle class Indo, from that Sinar Mas Land
Spoiled with them spices cracker homies tried to die for
So called exotic fruits always lining up the local store
No I ain′t anarcho, used to be a narco
Catching clout from cops like i was in a fuckin porno
And that's just how we play the tune
Sun is here all day unless you stuck in that monsoon
(One more time)
Our pastime involves - too many fucking puns
And misappropriating - much of public funds
Halal or haram you get your own types of funs
Middle class jams, man
Privileged boys flex, man
Bitin' 88 Rising aesthetics, holy shit man
Keep it for that Instagram
We natives of this land man
