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[Intro] The truth about the distribution of wealth under American Capitalism To sum it up, our system is morally right In other words, it provides economic freedom Thus bringing about national progress We have seen how well our own system measures up We know that American Capitalism is morally right because it's chief elements: Private ownership, the profit motive, and the competitive market are wholesome and good They are compatible with God's laws, and the teachings of the Bible We must examine the distribution of the great wealth produced through the operation of American Capitalism Is the distribution widespread? Or is the wealth of America concentrated in the hands of a few While the great majority of people would suffer increasing poverty The fact is that American Capitalism has set a new standard for human welfare Now let's examine the distribution of wealth in another way [Verse 1 - Sly deSilva] All for a dollar, Lambo from Impalla Embezzle funds from Ghana to Guatamala Blood diamonds all up in my Ghost Money chain Blowing blood money stacks when I’m finna make it rain [Hook - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)] Working for days (You a slave for that minimum wage) Gotta get paid (Work half your life, throw the rest away) [Verse 2 - Jagger James] I work for my money, but it doesn’t work for me I work two or three jobs, call it 2017 Boy, I love my city, but it’s expensive to breathe Lost my frames, can’t afford lenses to see Jagger James, know the name, skipping breakfast to eat Get to job one of two, man or is it really three? I better pay this transit fare, just so I can make it there Half an hours work, just to work, that ain’t really fair Fair or not fair, I’m the chess piece, not the player True or not true, student loans got me making prayers Shudder when I think of what I owe, my dollar’s ghost My living situation ain’t the most, I can’t control Employers want my labor, want my body, not my soul Better pimp my butterfly, I want a little more Better get my dollar while I can to be sure Any way possible, sick of being poor [Interlude] Are these economic benefits under American Capitalism Being extended to American wage or salary earners? You may be wondering: "Who got all this money?" [Hook - Sly deSilva (Jagger James)] Working for days (I’m a slave for that minimum wage) Gotta get paid (Work half my life, throw the rest away) [Verse 3 - Sly deSilva] They say don’t work for your money, make your money work for you I do that, plus yours works for mine too Sly deSilva, I’m a menace Can’t buy happiness, but I could buy the senate Gotta spend it to make it, so your chips all in But you forgot I own the table and the house always wins Sly deSilva stacked the deck Now you grovel on your knees for this paltry cheque Since I blown up, rent’s gone up, you need more stuff Need more bucks? Got some dollars I could loan ya Interest rates that make you take marijuana Drug tests at work, so now you work the corner Slinging my product, making my profits 'Til my police pick you up for narcotics My prisons paid when they close the door and lock it End of the day, it’s just a dollar in my pocket [Verse 4 - Jagger James] What I gotta do to get a dollar in my pocket If I cannot get one soon then I’ma have to cock and lock it Taking money for the moment, renting cause I never own it [Outro] Who'd risk a guess as to the total amount of the national income During this amazing productive era in America "Trillions" Yes, it's up in the trillions You get writer's cramp with a figure like that
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[Verse 1 - Jagger James] Spent my whole life making this slow money Spent my whole life needing get up and go money Every night's a late night reaching them goals money Early mornings, always wake from the cold money Every day every hour it's do what you're told money Been making the dough, still needing that dough money Been flexing the flow, bank account needs flow money Can't afford no sick days, go in with the flu money That's the life I live, tryna stack up my food money You can take a day off, but to each his own money If I don't work day and night, can't afford home money Young boy living, man, never got old money Young boy dreams, money-clip to fold money Young boy means any method to hold money Overnights in them alleys, never go home money Get fired for being overworked and so hungry [Hook - Jagger James & Sly deSilva] Slow money dog, slow money Slow money dog, slow money Slow money dog, slow money Slow money dog, slow money [Verse 2 - Jagger James] Fast money, that's that dream that never lasts money I been working dawn to dusk for that cash money Time passed never asked for that loan money Young and black I’d rather stack up my slow money [Verse 3 - Sly deSilva] Slow money, nah really fuck slow money Get money fast, treat your nose with that blow money Coke for the hoes, the hoes for the money That's the life that you living when you living off of flow money See, I know money, I got that old money That Rockerfeller making all of that dough money Not Hov money, this that oil money, That never work and profit off ya toil money So spend all that "did-it-on-your-own" money I'ma take that forclosing on your home money Once it's all gone, and you ain't got mo' money Mo' problems for you cause you owe money And while you rappin' bout getting all that dope money Privatized prisons making me that GEO money Funny, modern day, I still make slave money Laughing all the way to the bank with my money [Hook - Jagger James & Sly deSilva] Slow money dog, slow money Slow money dog, slow money Slow money dog, slow money Slow money dog, slow money Slow money dog, slow money Slow money dog, slow money Slow money dog, slow money Slow money dog, slow money
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[Verse 1 - Sly deSilva] Rhymes dope like I wrote ‘em in coke White lines, white crime, better pay me some more Through the nose, like a white bitch doing blow White man with the plan, getting money for sure When I go hard, never leave it in I’m pulling out like cash from the ATM I’m pulling out in my driveway, brand new Benz No friends, no amends, just means to an end (yeah) Pockets fatter than America Green faces when they stare at ya Wolf prowling, finna tear it up The OG super predator European demon, got them stacks of gold I been, making money every pack that’s sold I been, making money, ransacked the globe I stay, making money that’s the status quo [Hook - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)] Making all the lil' raps now Tryna, play the front not the background (Making all types of stacks now Tryna, hit the foes with the flat rounds) 24/7, 365 Always stay on my grind (24/7, 365 Money stay on my mind) [Verse 2 - Jagger James] Lately I been rolling as a modern day merc Bars or bearnaise, I been serving allure These other guys flinch when I roll into work My butterfly's pimped, I'm just saying it first The key to making dough, get your yeast and disperse Add flour, then knead, 'til it's soft, tight and firm Can't follow instruction, that ain't my concern I been working more hours than Swedish interns Schedule set to 365 Better bill for every hour, nigga, that's my time Say that I'm for hire, I got offers online And the white man loves me cause I'm half of they kind Young debonair, gotta love that I'm half black I been rolling racks 'fore I stacked these fat stacks I been holding back so let's trash these wack raps I been tolling tracks so let's grab this cashback [Hook - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)] Making all the lil' raps now Tryna, play the front not the background (Making all types of stacks now Tryna, hit the foes with the flat rounds) 24/7, 365 Always stay on my grind (24/7, 365 Money stay on my mind) [Verse 3 - Sly deSilva (Jagger James)] Life’s a bitch, fuck her like the whore that she is Then I fuck her sister karma while she rolls me a spliff (Sly fucked me over, tryna rob all my shit Only thing that we agree is that money is mint Nothing smell better when it’s fresh off the print So I lust for this money, name a deadlier sin) I win, once you sign on that dotted line Put this pistol to your brain, free your mind [Hook - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)] Making all the lil' raps now Tryna, play the front not the background (Making all types of stacks now Tryna, hit the foes with the flat rounds) 24/7, 365 Always stay on my grind (24/7, 365 Money stay on my mind)
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[Intro] Money, the root of all evil But is that really the truth? A social construct created just five thousand years ago Was the genesis of all the evil in the world? Ha! Who created money? Who gives money it it’s value? It stands to reason that if humans are the source of the root of all evil Then perhaps that same evil resides within [Verse 1 - Sly deSilva] I am the reason that things never change Too much profiting in staying the same The reason the slaves can’t cast off their chains The reason the poor rock big diamond rings Capitalism breeds capital lies Money is virtue and money is pride Money is worth, I felt it inside I heard a voice sounding so sanctified “Come on Sylvester, I could make your life better If you just do what I tell ya then you’ll have all of the cheddar” Now I get money in all types of ways Money for blood, money for pain Money is motive and motive is gain 18k watch but my soul has been stained Bottles on bottles on bottles of Ace Choppers go off, bodies get sprayed Product on product on product for days Target the poor, profit gets made So what would I do for a million dollars? I would drop knees, my soul I would offer I would do evil and help it to prosper I would help lead the lambs to the slaughter [Hook - Sly deSilva] Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? [Interlude 1] Money makes the world go ‘round It is the difference between freedom and servitude, life and death It’s funny, everyone fashions themselves a good person When they have never, ever, been desperate Perhaps you are not a good person Perhaps you have just never been pushed Perhaps your morals vanish when you see the money on the table And ask yourself, honestly What would I do for a million dollars? [Verse 2 - Jagger James] What would I do for a million dollars Grinding for years, hoping to prosper Sign enough deals to fill up my coffers Throw away morals and bury my conscience I want this money like rent on the first Sly sipping bubbly ‘cause he got the purse I’m drinking Jamie with friends after work Green with the envy my Benjamins hurt This money gon’ fall, my angels are cursed Considering ways I ain’t raised to make worth Baphomet staring, take up the offer Probably would buy my momma some Prada After all that’s what the devil wears I know I would sin just to get her there Decadence life of a millionaire Tell your friends running on true despair Kill a homie just to get me there Working three jobs ain’t got a prayer Fucking three broads charge ‘em all a fare Needing three lines you could snort ‘em later So what would I do for a million dollars? I know I would scream, I know I would holler Wondering if I would dead my own father I’m just tired of living in squalor [Hook - Sly deSilva] Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? [Interlude 2] Yes, take this money, take this power Take everything you want The world is yours my friend And you shall kneel before no man Follow me and you’ll have everything you desire Let go of petty morality, you are a god All I need is your soul in exchange Is that really, so much, to ask for? [Hook - Sly deSilva] Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire? Who wants to be a millionaire?
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[Hook - Jagger James] At night time lacking lifelines Man I like mines, void the sightlines Before you plugged up ten times Shylock niggas paying bread fines, bed time Niggas sell they soul I just rent mine Pimping out my gold for the right dime Bodies done fold when I let shine Burner warm steady cause I stress mine, bless mine At night time lacking lifelines Man I like mines, void the sightlines Before you plugged up ten times Shylock niggas paying bread fines, bed time Niggas sell they soul I just rent mine Pimping out my gold for the right dime Bodies done fold when I let shine Burner warm steady cause I stress mine, bless mine [Verse - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)] Rolling in this whip I be on my government shit Always out for a blood when I think it's a crip Roll up on a nigga, popping off my trigger The gun gave me power (so I pray to the clip) Above the law 'cause I protect the kids Protect and serve, that's my motto, my wish At home I got the wife, but the streets is my bitch (Fuck the bloods, fuck the crips, I got the badge in this shit) The police mothafucker, that government gang shit Blues Lives Matter, those the people I hang with (Black lives never mattered, those people we hanged, shit) Got my partner in the cruiser he's the G that I bang with Send the K9 on a nigga when I'm paid my dime Quotas to fill, (promotions in mind) Stop and frisk I'm on my shit, know I'm in my prime Racking charges up, the boss says I shine Chief told me this morning I was next in line I better thank the clip for the evidence that I sniffed High on life, man these perks are so bliss Traffic stops and bodies drop, my gun (I keep it always hot), He's the perp, (but I know he's not) So sit down kids, 'cause you better listen, My joys are the illicit, the crimes I'm implicit And the power that I hold (when this gun starts giving) [Bridge - Sly deSilva] Pistol popping when I kill a snitch Made a bil, now I’m filthy motherfucking rich Made a deal with the devil now I’m feeling it Arms raised to the lord, pray to the clip Green eyes see dollar signs Green eyes make dollars mine Green eyes, I’ma load a clip Unloading shells making bills for the money clip [Hook - Jagger James] At night time lacking lifelines Man I like mines, void the sightlines Before you plugged up ten times Shylock niggas paying bread fines, bed time Niggas sell they soul I just rent mine Pimping out my gold for the right dime Bodies done fold when I let shine Burner warm steady cause I stress mine, bless mine At night time lacking lifelines Man I like mines, void the sightlines Before you plugged up ten times Shylock niggas paying bread fines, bed time Niggas sell they soul I just rent mine Pimping out my gold for the right dime Bodies done fold when I let shine Burner warm steady cause I stress mine, bless mine [Bridge - Sly deSilva] Pistol popping when I kill a snitch Made a bil, now I’m filthy motherfucking rich Made a deal with the devil now I’m feeling it Arms raised to the lord, pray to the clip Green eyes see dollar signs Green eyes make dollars mine Green eyes, I’ma load a clip Unloading shells making bills for the money clip [Outro - Jagger James] At night time lacking lifelines Man I like mines, void the sightlines Before you plugged up ten times Shylock niggas paying bread fines, bed time Niggas sell they soul I just rent mine Pimping out my gold for the right dime Bodies done fold when I let shine Burner warm steady cause I stress mine, bless mine
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Run Up [Intro - Jagger James] So I was in the crib, chilling, playing PS3, Resistance 3 You know me, man I got headphones on, everything's good And then I hear this *shotgun cocking* Behind me But in the game, I was using an SMG And I knew at that moment exactly what was 'bout to happen, my nigga My instincts kicked in bruv, I wasn't going out on no Xbox Killer shit I threw the controller sideways, I ripped the headphones off I ain't even pause the game, I'm tryna live nigga I jumped behind this metal door man, I knew it could take the blast I wasn't going out like that [Verse 1 - Jagger James] Tell you right now, I got nothing to lose Been hustling, been grinding, but ain't nothing to prove And when you shine in the dark, ten times out ten, There comes ten fuck niggas with something to prove No warning shots, duck nigga, come with the crew When you run up on Jaguar, this ain’t the zoo Now I'm in the wrong mood, I got limbs to remove On a murder spree, call it a good afternoon [Verse 2 - Sly deSilva] More untouchable than Paravans and way more rich Lay a hand and you motherfuckers will get hit Lay a hand, and your fam at the closed casket 'Cause ain’t nobody wanna see a body with holes in it I show the kids what the program is Touching Sly, changes lives in one moment I’m making phantoms of ’em, I make examples of ‘em And if they gunning for me now then the caskets coming [Hook - Jagger James] Way too many niggas tryna run up Way too many niggas tryna dust up Way too many niggas tryna come clutch Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts Way too many niggas tryna run up Way too many niggas tryna dust up Way too many niggas tryna come clutch Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts [Verse 3 - Jagger James] Jagger James with the mask off, nigga ain't that soft Tell you what's coming if you run up, it's hands on Break ‘em joint by joint, like these chickens my hands on Make a nigga chicken, when he run up it’s mask on Now the nigga tripping, yo, I know where he work Bounty on his head, yo, I know what's he’s worth And right when he's safe to sleep, I strike first Jagger James with the mask on, tell me who worse [Verse 4 - Sly deSilva] Everyybody think they Scarface, but Scarface dies Shoulda watched the movie ‘fore you fucked with Sly Think is the world is yours? The world is mine Now you looking down a squad with extendo nines Remember, cross your T’s, dot your I’s Don’t cross Sly, or get that red dot on your eyes I ain’t Arkhipov with my hand on the button I ain’t the type of man you should test if he bluffing I ain’t the type for mercy, I take your whole shit Leave you penniless and sitting at the river of Styx Life’s a bitch, then you die, but the ride could be worse Like getting tossed in a woodchipper feet first If you feeling like testing, grab on your Smith and Wesson Run up, I put you down like a recession 'Cause I could I overthrow a government So what you think I do to a dumb motherfucker tryna start some shit [Hook - Jagger James] Way too many niggas tryna run up Way too many niggas tryna dust up Way too many niggas tryna come clutch Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts Way too many niggas tryna run up Way too many niggas tryna dust up Way too many niggas tryna come clutch Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts [Verse 5 - Sly deSilva] I’m war ready already, ready to bust like a levee Car bombs in a Chevy, goons with guns and machetes Shooters aimed at the ready, they see his brow getting sweaty I bet he never thought he’d end up dead for the fetti My pockets is heavy, I’m counting all of this cheddy Glocks cocked, ready to pop, if ya’ll tryna get me Got the semi aimed steady, any situation ready Any citizen or soldier could get turned to spaghetti [Verse 6 - Jagger James] I'm doing anything necessary for me to get by Don’t dare get in the way of me and my apple pie It’s cliche, but I say that’s the apple of my eye And God help these niggas that I pass into the sky Lately I been sharpening my blades on the daily Watch where you step, if you need me on the safety My own life's flashed before my eyes don't forsake me We could swap places but you would never thank me Put wings on, when I been wronged, it ain't right Bring the iron on, so now they gone and take flight To tell the truth, I love the city on a foggy night Perfect opportunity to blank face and target sight Lastly to review I leave your body in the rear-view Don't even need goons, just my palms near you No murder weapon, that's one less piece of evidence Leave your body burned cause you're hellbound not heaven sent [Hook - Jagger James] Way too many niggas tryna run up Way too many niggas tryna dust up Way too many niggas tryna come clutch Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts Way too many niggas tryna run up Way too many niggas tryna dust up Way too many niggas tryna come clutch Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts [Verse 7 - Jagger James] I got enemies, got a lot of enemies, On my Lecter shit, man, you no want the recipe Way too many niggas thinking they can get the best of me Run up, run up, say your prayers and then rest in peace [Verse 8 - Sly deSilva] I got enemies, got a lot of enemies Kingpin dreaming off a quarter key Tryna run up on me, thinking they could be the new me Well, run up when you see me, then we gon' see
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Everybody Dies (Look Alive) [Hook 1 - Sly deSilva] I’m out here tryna live ‘cause everybody dies, so Fuck with my money bitch and you is finna die slow No sympathy for enemies, my heart is ice cold Think they invincible, but everybody dies though Everybody dies though So look alive, yo [Prehook - Jagger James] Chilling pouring cups, each and every night All this paper see-through like it’s a poltergeist Call it Ghost Money, but we living life So make a toast for me, while I'm still killing mics [Hook 2 - Jagger James] Look alive, look alive Got my whole fucking team going wild Got my whole fucking squad gon’ ride Got my whole fucking city on the rise Look alive, look alive Pop bottles got lines for the night Look alive, look alive Look alive, look alive [Verse 1 - Sly deSilva] Fuck it, put it all in the casket All the jewels, all the whips, and a bad bitch All the trillions in the bank What you motherfuckers think, I’ma share that? Take it all with me ya’ll get nothing Well, ya’ll can keep this suffering Hell, I’m in my casket stunting On you stupid motherfuckers who be thinking that I’m bluffing [Hook 1 - Sly deSilva] I’m out here tryna live ‘cause everybody dies, so Fuck with my money bitch and you is finna die slow No sympathy for enemies, my heart is ice cold Think they invincible, but everybody dies though Everybody dies though So look alive, yo [Prehook - Sly deSilva] Villain blowing up, almost overnight Sly been living good, Sly been living right Now I got my paper, now I got my stacks Tryna blow it all, cause ain’t no coming back [Hook 2- Jagger James] Look alive, look alive Got my whole fucking team going wild Got my whole fucking squad gon’ ride Got my whole fucking city on the rise Look alive, look alive Pop bottles got lines for the night Look alive, look alive Look alive, look alive [Verse 2 - Sly deSilva] Ha, and I still get money Why you laughing dog, ain’t shit funny Couple grand for your head get hunted Hunnid grand in day for the business, I run it Run the banks, run the state, run the jewels Run the world, so fuck your rules Run the game, put respek on my name For your suffering and pain, Sly deSilva getting paid [Hook 1 - Sly deSilva] I’m out here tryna live ‘cause everybody dies, so Fuck with my money bitch and you is finna die slow No sympathy for enemies, my heart is ice cold Think they invincible, but everybody dies though Everybody dies though So look alive, yo [Outro - Sly deSilva] I see the roses on the casket at your funeral I hear the singing and the praying for your rested soul They think there’s heaven but they don’t know what I know Death is the end, and everybody dies yo
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[Intro] One of the most common plants that grows among the grass is the shamrock St. Patrick used to pick up the shamrock And explain that the three leaves were the three aspects of God The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit [Verse 1 - Jagger James] St. Patty's Day and Sly ask me where my green at Why wear green? I always roll with them green stacks All black everything, but my pockets greenback Sly got them green eyes, but I keep the team black My mans live forever on that white powder green stash I never turn down white women with the mean ass Riding down King Street, wonder where my Queens at People say I'm clever but they also say I seem black So fuck what they know, gotta find where my team's at Sly and Jagger James, people calling it a weird match We gunning for the crown, but we made that song But here I am, Mansa Musa, rocking purple I'm Khan I stay black royalty, the people want more of me An ounce of pure amount cost more than their salary I was born in purple, never poor, needed more rehearsal I've been stunting from the go despite the forced dispersal Black and white separate, like, fuck what am I? If cash rules everything around me, I got the supply Two easy steps, two parts milk to your butter Boil it down, that's some shit to discover So, it's Ghost Money ’til there's no money. Ghost Money ’til there’s gold coming Either one is fine with me, let's roll something Indica, you know it's green when I hold something [Verse 2 - Sly deSilva] Heart blacker than the skin colour all up in that dope spot Heart blacker than the inside of a crock pot Heart blacker than the soul of a beat cop While he beats your fucking black ass to the sidewalk Stomping out fools really ain’t breezy Got some red on my brand new blue Yeezy’s Got this bread, now I make this shit look easy I’m sick, I’m slick, I’m slimy, I’m sleazy I’m Sly, The Bad Guy, the villainous one I get my green from murder and embezzling funds I get my green off the backs of the vulnerable sons Hustling hard to get out the ghetto with they mum Where I’m from, we get the green by any means Where I’m from, cash rules everything, cream Where I’m from, it’s so hot that devil steams Where I’m from, I’m from Bay Street, I rob all your savings The scheming European Demon with the green iris gleaming Pushing cream Beamers, leaving semen on a nun Fiending for that money, it could never be enough Flee the crime scene, leaving all the bodies in the mud For the green, I be up Smoke the green, roll it up This Irish lass got dat ass, and she giving it up Four leaf clover tatted on her tits, feeling lucky I got a pot of gold, all for me [Hook - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)] Five stacks up on the table that be nothing to me (get your green up) All these ladies fucking with me (get your green up) We the phantoms, don’t fuck with the team (get your green up) We the phantoms there be nothing to see (Hunnid stack on the rolly that be nothing to me) get your green up (All these foes wanna be me) get your green up (Make you a phantom, don’t fuck with the team) get your green up (Make you a phantom, then ghost from the scene) [Outro] Patrick travelled the length and breadth of Ireland And had many adventures while he spread his message He is also famous for driving all the snakes into the sea The snakes are an allegory, alright? For pagans, druids, who, I banished By threatening to kill them if they didn't convert to Christianity And every year, people all over the world have a huge celebration in his honor
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[Verse 1 - Jagger James] I been drinking fine wine, and never paying a dime Fucking fine women, got pussy on overtime Fine food from my kitchen, it's simple it's my design And I smoke for free, them blunts is always passing by King James the tastemasker, don't bother asking why So many salty niggas, I got acid on supply I call em casket niggas, leave em rancid and awry But, fuck that, I'm feasting, drunken chicken from Shanghai Meanwhile this Arab chick, she been giving me the sly And no I don't mean she was robbing banks out in Dubai She been playing coy, but the interest’s in her eyes Am I Jagger? Am I James? Am I Mr. Worldwide? But fuck the hoes, my main concern is where money goes I get free shit all I want, but never wear pockets with holes Cause right now, I'm killing it, but I aim to get a trillion After all, tell me, what's king without gold? [Hook - Sly deSilva (Jagger James)] I’m on my kingpin shit (But I’m everyman living) (On my daily grind) Yeah, I’m champagne sipping Been all about this money (Them racks I gotta get ‘em) Been all about this rap shit (Now everybody listen) Aiming at the king, you best not miss (Coming for the crown, you might get hit) Shooting at the throne, but you look a little shook Come and take your best shot (I wish a nigga would) [Verse 2 - Sly deSilva] Catch me lounging, I been on top of the world I been white collar mobbing if you really ain’t heard I been the man behind the curtain that's putting in the work And since I been the king, your whole situation worsened Sipping Don Perignon while two bitches get it on Making million dollar deals on my cell phone Poolside pimping, thats how I be living 'Cause I get how I want it, that simple Got cars I never drove, and houses never slept in Trust nobody, so green faces is my best friends Trust no bitch, so I just pass her to the next man Trust, my only damn trusts is investments Dressed in black, no stress ‘bout the court Best in class, I could dodge any charge Bought the judge a new watch with the bezel Court case is settled, praise be to the devil [Hook - Sly deSilva (Jagger James)] I’m on my kingpin shit (But I’m everyman living) (On my daily grind) Yeah, I’m champagne sipping Been all about this money (Them racks I gotta get ‘em) Been all about this rap shit (Now everybody listen) [Verse 3 - Sly deSilva (Jagger James)] If you coming for my neck, bitch you better get a vest Got a whole squad of shooters and they gripping on the tek (Ever had a shotty aimed straight for your neck I never turn my back, I’m always watching my step) Sly and Jagger James go way back Back in the day we was spitting over Dre tracks (Cooking in the kitchen) Catch me in a Maybach (In different lanes now you catch us on same track) Ain’t that a bitch, he hustling hard, I’m getting rich (Serving rap bars, ain’t been getting no tips) King of this rap shit, king of the stock (King of the people, young king from the block) Every time they see me they be sure for defeat Because I took into the boardroom what I learned from the streets And see, every time you hear me I done murdered the beat (So in an audience with Kings better kneel at our feet)
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[Verse 1 - Jagger James] Rolling with the top down the way that my plot’s gone My whole life behind me I’m shocked, wow, I’m pop now Name drop an album, the board it will top now Never seen this outcome, I’m more than I was ‘bout Used to chill on the block, but I’m running these ops, how? Giving up everything on the path to run the town Niggas acting sideways and give me the runaround Now things run my way from record sales to repping clout Never acting reckless, been the witness, seen the weapons out Homies used to break ‘em down for parts, stock, grip and lock Sell the difference make some cash, legal shit no paper bags Applied the hustle to my game, trust, man, I can pay for that Remember in East Harlem? It was a dece apartment Three bodegas on the block - safe havens when shit started Stoop kids or corner kids, was neither wasn’t for the shit Bullet holes and boarded windows, just another morbid symbol Shit that you don’t wanna see, hallelujah honestly Last time I was home, I realized that I need to leave All the folks I left behind, the homies we had better times Surrounded by my posse, but it’s lonely on the other side Seen too many lost, executions and lock ups No more street shit, I’m getting my stock up Comfort, or risk it? It was a toss up Dream is Imperial, Bambi my poppa I pop up on the block, these streets paved cobblestone My posse packed tight, I walk past peeps I probably know Their fortunes ain’t right, car impounded and towed I hop back in mine thinking “where did life go?” Had to do some crooked shit, reminiscing got me shook a bit Now I’m booking all these hits, winnings always look convinced In the car I’m looking lit, premonitions took a bit My rearview mirror shining brighter with the ruined tint [Verse 2 - Sly deSilva] Close the suicide doors on my green Lamborghini Rolling past the poor and I’m hoping that they see me A victory lap for Mr. Big Stacks Been broke before and I’m never going back Never pay tax, never leave tracks, Never serve life, got fall guys for that Two million in cash in the back Blunt on the dash Heard the sirens but they drove right past Crashed they stocks and foreclosed they homes They ain’t lock me up, they lock up Jerome Bank still gon’ deny they loan But they feel superior in they mobile homes The yellow lines stretch into the sunset I look to the sky, it’s the colour of bloodshed Green in my eyes, I be getting my funds and White outlines for anybody who gunning In this zero sum game, I go zero to sixty Bullet to your brain if it grows my empire quickly They say Rome wasn’t built in a day I say Rome wasn’t built without some motherfucking slaves I’m the slavemaster, sick bastard, rich cracker Crack that whip, make me my money faster Money from the business and money from crack White man paid off of all of that Now it’s riots in the streets, a country divided Try and sell ‘em on the hate and these stupid fuckers buy it Took everything they had and they liked it 'Til I turned around Shorted all the markets and invested in China The lies are real, the news is fake Russia Today says America’s Great Into the sunset, clean getaway Can’t do shit like I got diplomat plates

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Upon a backdrop of increasing income inequality and social injustice, Sly deSilva and Jagger James deliver an electrifying mix of nihilistic bangers and thoughtful reflections. With ruthless bars over nocturnal instrumentation, these two adversarial forces face off over morality and wealth, creating the perfect soundtrack for life in an era of unrestrained capitalism.

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released November 24, 2017

Performed by Sly deSilva & Jagger James
Written by Sly deSilva & Jagger James
Executively Produced by Quinn Abner

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