[Intro: Frank Sinatra]
(All me or nothing)

[Hook]
Fuck the market up
Shot the target down
Learn to stop a cop
When you get to town
Drop him from the roof
Make him touch the ground
He didn’t like the roof he’s staying underground

[Verse 1]
My taxes are getting a write off
Like the batches that we drop off
More ashes than we dust off
I pass it to the masses
So the masses can take off
Their mass is not quite tough
They just love to fake cough
Now fake friends want fake love
And bitches rеally think I’m fucking running outta patience
Nearly wastеd fucking eight years digitizing my fucking statement
Like how the fuck acid tabbed this arrangement
Lost my day wondering where did my day went
It’s statement not for a placement
The fuck is a therapy this is the paid-vent
Lost my day wondering where day my day went
Obtaining payments , post-paid rent
You get invited like how’s the pavement
[Verse 2]
Crazy no matter where we fucking go to
We still getting welcomed by K9’s
Yeah, crazy that nobody told you
We only assaulted by time
Ages ahead of the deadline
We above what’s below there’s no climb
No room for suns they get outshined
Each request get declined
Each headline we cosign
The coastline is empty
I gave the guards my guideline
Apart of my fucking damn sentry
The rest are in their shrine

[Verse 3]
I’m not saying I’m good
I’m just saying I’m better
Not saying you should
But I thought you said never
You miss understood
And I thought you were clever
You never and be ever

[Outro: Frank Sinatra]
(I don’t like what you say anyway, now fix it we still got time)