They cuff the bag where corruption at
It's always been the MO
Accountable for nothing
They pushing buttons they got the ammo
In the world where currency is king
We see from far what the currents bring
They can chop off all the tree
But then the flowers grow back during spring
Exploiting the labor putting the money
In financial tax havens
Then they want us to hail em
As royalty in our society
Mining our minerals destroying
Our environment it's cynical
Always albeit perennial
While the majority lives in poverty
Crisis over prices manipulative devices
With a license to do whatever
They please and feed they vices
They don't care about the favelas and ghettos
They want us to talk about hoes
Drugs and guns, and bags of dough
Rap beefs and us, killing folks
And we sitting in our house chilling
Just thinking it's entertainment
Perpetuating a business model
While these fuckers get richer
How you promoting alpha shit
With ya balls chopped off?
Now that you know who the enemy is
Who's gonna bear the cross?