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