They talking on the Web but got nothing to du bois
They sleeping on the kid I analyzed em just like Freud
If we rapping bout some money then you know that i might join
But y'all ain't making money, y'all just making some lite coins
And slight noise
You can’t see from the nosebleeds
The price going up way past all the floor seats
I seen em firebending with the way that they hold heat
You die chasing paper you gon end up like Georgie 🎈
How
Much a dollar cost
I ain't much for words
So i let the dollar talk
Money make us sick that's a dollar cough
But the right profit off it like Dr. Oz
And preachers claims they prophets for a dollar they can talk to god
I pocket a dollar for every martyr on the amistad
And i ain't made it yet
I ain't rich i'm barely set
Money just a instrument
So i blew notes
Like a clarinet
Y'all ain't hearing it
These triple entendres
They gon triple my dollar
That crypto sinking my wallet
But i ain't tripping i got it
If i don't sit an office
Then i'll be shipping narcotics
Just to be hitting my targets
My brothas got dearly departed
Just for a quarterly profit
He treat the block like a market
A single night in the darkness
Can pay for a quarter of college
They say that work ain't too honest
I rather be a fucking liar than working i'm dying
Every work involve some violence
So we all had to move and steal like some pliers
Cause when our taxes go higher
That's fuel for the army suppliers