It's as if the fore fathers
Gonna trade it for a piece
They can lick the wound slow
Like they're from the northeast
They resist I'm going easy
Bankin on the hearsay
But they all know the man with the co-pay
Mixed up in the mid, they get the high to low rap
Its a tight rope, til the rope goes slack
It'll blow your mind, but it don't get you around,I ain't messin' around.
I ain't messin' around.So I got my gold parachute
Turn one more left turn
With my chloroform and a monet
'fore we can take a long ride down the narrow drive
And keep ya head down, yeah
They come and jump in
Now may I ask to who you reach all the money so I
Don't sell the van
Can't find my,
Can't find my cat's got nine times
So let the poochie on the record and ya got 'em on the messin aroundCan we do a re-vote
Backed by hard-earned job
It's hard to get to things of my own
As if I don't think, think, thinkin up and sippin on the world
He was lookin from the top look out