Best In the Burbs

Yeah
Baby welcome to Connecticut (yeah)
That early colonial settlement (yeah)
There's sweat stains on the sediment
Tatted my chest so I'm never forgettin' it
Yeah we got murder and violence in hoods
And million dollar mansions in the woods
I'm from the middle
Somewhere between lots and a little
I had to hustle for the goods
I know the value of havin' a few dollars
But know my way around a fun time
Drinkin and poppin' my blue collar (yeah)
But buckle down when it be crunch time
Still call it home
I ain't moved out (yeah)
Just leveled up and got a new house (yeah)
Watching Netflix on a new couch (yeah)
Been a rocky road but now it smoothed out
Sayin' who dis from a new phone
In the same state in a new zone (yeah)
Same old Webby with a new tone
In the same soil where my roots grown
Listen in the burbs I'm an idol
And shit I'm honored of having the title (yeah yeah)
People smile and wave all times of day
And all of my neighbors recycle
Yeah they all love when they see me
Pullin' up with my lil' fluffy Cheweenie
And got a chick in my passenger rubbin' my lap
Like she tryin' to summon a genie
I'm comin' from CT and I will never turn my back
Puttin' this whole state on the map
If I ain't travelin' I don't drop a pin
'Cause y'all know right where I'm at
Bow
A little outside of the great big city
Baby that's where I roam
I be blowin' trees up and down CT
'Cause there just ain't no place like home

And I got a whole lotta booze in my bottle
Chillin' laid back in my zone
Still the best in the burbs
When I flex with the words
Someone pass me that microphone
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby welcome to Connecticut (yeah)
That early colonial settlement
Got me the ring
Assembled the fellowship
And my team goin' hard until we gettin' it
We might be lesser known up on the microphone (true)
But no you do not want to bang out (nah)
Be careful if you choose to ride alone
When them Huskies runnin' with the fangs out
Those winters toughened up our character (yeah)
So trust me you really don't want it
We're ruder than most of America
But if you ask me I call it honest (yeah)
And if you suck on that stage up at Toad's place? (What?)
We'll boo you right out of the show
We can't help it's our nature to be a hater
We don't like you we gon' let you know
Yeah we the Northeast make it clear
There ain't no Southern Hospitality here
We ain't got no time for the fake smiles
You ain't shit to me if you ain't real
I'm from the burb side
Whippin' and swerve by
Got it mapped out with a X on it like my shirt size (yeah)
Shit I turn tides you just turnin' the channel
I be that Suburban Commando
Every motherfuckin' day I be hustlin'
Lightnin' bolt ends when I'm burnin' the candle
But shit this the life I chose and I will be
One of the greatest even if it kills me
Was the best in the burbs in 2010
Ten years later and I still be
What

A little outside of the great big city
Baby that's where I roam
I be blowin' trees up and down CT
'Cause there just ain't no place like home
And I got a whole lotta booze in my bottle
Chillin' laid back in my zone
Still the best in the burbs
When I flex with the words
Someone pass me that microphone
Pass me that microphone, pass me that microphone
Pass me that microphone, pass me that microphone
Pass me that microphone, pass me that microphone