I mean, if it was up to me
I'd give you jigs just enough money to function
So, when I see you guys with the, with the fancy suits
And cars, and nice houses, and I'm livin' in a fuckin' hovel!
I mean, that bothers me
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Ayo, juke joint party lights lit the Harlem nights
Peas and rice made a Judas out of Garveyites
Mamis in the heights always call me nice
Someone all his life, rolling dice that was dirtier than gaudy ice
My only vice is fly merch
My concert fashion gotta stay up to par, we doing God's work
Forever dipped like Fonzworth
And mine's got bunions because I be choppin' onions 'til my eyes hurt
The future brighter than cellos and violins fortified
With eight essential minerals and vitamins on the side
I'm overqualified, but I'ma come along for the ride
With Q 'cause I been anticipating this homicide
Never no matter like a vacuum now
I turn your speakers in the back room to mushroom clouds
We on that jet fuel, about to go to Neptune, wow
That ain't a flesh wound, they 'bout to lay your headstone down
I'm supreme, my jean jacket for the shoot was Jean Gaultier
Philly, PA, we been gettin' ours the brodie way
When it come to drama, I'm a young Sidney Poitier
Y'all know not to sleep on me like Don Quixote
Since the glory days like Springsteen, I been clean
Any garment on me, that thing mean
My inseam 32
Get it, the king, they're not worthy to
The legendary crew do more numbers than you heard we do
So, tell these chauvinist crabs it's over with
I'm a clover-list, rollin' that gas that's odorless
Got the bad bunnies shakin' they asses low to this
German motorist, cake and that cash could flow to this
Musa Keita toss the carry-on luggage to agree to my black skin
Somewhere between Violas and Lupita, go ask them
About the gatekeeper, world leader
Kill shit quicker than Usain could run a hundred meter