Funky Grown Punk

Walkin' in the spot with your chest all high
Talkin' like a king, but your crown don't shine
Actin' like you wrote the book of the streets
But your groove fall flat when it meets the beat
You can dress it up, but the truth gon' show
Real recognize real, and we all know
Soul in the rhythm, that's where we belong
You can't fake the vibe, can't fake the song
Don't get cocky
'Cause you're grown,
Punk! (Whoa-oh-oh)
Tryna act big
But you don't run funk (Say what?)
We keep it soulful,
We keep it strong
So don't get cocky
'Cause you're grown,
Punk!
See, respect don't come with the age you claim
It's the love in the groove, not the flash or fame
You can talk that talk, but can you move the crowd?
'Cause the funk speaks louder than the words out loud
You can learn the steps, but the feel's inside
Can't buy rhythm, can't purchase pride
Soul in the pocket, the groove so tight
Better humble yourself when the funk ignite
Don't get cocky
'Cause you're grown,
Punk! (Whoa-oh-oh)
Tryna act big
But you don't run funk (Say what?)
We keep it soulful,
We keep it strong
So don't get cocky
'Cause you're grown,
Punk!
Ohh, real ones know (uh-huh)
It's the spirit, not the show (say what?)
From the block to the stage, it's the same ol' code
Stay true to the groove, let the rhythm explode
(Ayy, ayy)
Don't get cocky
'Cause you're grown,
Punk! (Whoa-oh-oh)
Tryna act big
But you don't run funk (Say what?)
We keep it soulful,
We keep it strong
So don't get cocky
'Cause you're grown,
Punk!
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