Jack they beat they gon' prolly wanna sign me

See I Jack they beats so they prolly wanna fine me
But they should prolly try and sign me
They hang out in the same bourgeois places as my mommy
It shouldn't be hard to find me

Rap's Stephen Colbert, dissing some crackah, drinking scotch older than me, looking fly in Armani
But I don't own shit, 'cept my brain and my ability to make, and you can't 'em from me

Flow so cold, that's like Jay
Conceited douche, just like Ye
Used to make beats that's like Dre
Now like them, I just wanna get paid

PSYCHE I'm tryinga make art still
That sounds nice but I'm really more a harsh villain
When I'm writing every one of these bars is killing
You start at the floor and I start at the ceiling

High standards, plus an unfair advantage
Rich white crackah, I guess I'll have to manage
You know, like, CEO
I ain't trying sell no CDs hoe

But yo, you see these flows
Trying'a play it like I'll be a rapper in game
They like "crackah, go and get a real job
...that actually pays"

I should go make a commission on a billion
Instead I'm spitting glitter at your muthafricking children
Poppy basic rappers I ain't really feeling em
I make raw tape eeryday but I ain't dealing em

So ain't nobody hearing em, maybe when I die they'll see
I'll be on mixtape four hundred and ninety three
Finally they'll see ain't no mutherfucker fly as me
Crackah don't you fucking lie to me

I taught my mommy how to stunt
Hundred thousand dollar whip, and we each got one
But I know that ain't my money, so I'm trying'a get some
Well I guess we all wanna be successful, huh?

23 sitting on 23 funds
Hedged, trusts, and mutual ones
Damn this crackah real lucrative huh?
Told me shoot for the moon, I'ma nuke the sun

Black People in Paris, are you impressed?
I bet there's crackahz in Lagos, trying to invest
Most of the philanthropy still serves private interest
Sometimes you just gotta ball out, be happy and ask for forgiveness

That makes sense.
That makes cents.
That makes dividends.
Ball so hard.