Rap game filled with rapping slaves tuck ya chain
Radio I turn it on its all the same
We all end up in the grave just at different pace
A kid chisels at a rock for forty days for the necklace you
Quickly pay an arm and leg the guards are armed
Lost his leg and arm when he tried to run away he pray to Bane
Cause all he see are Dark Knights
Took his own life
Only way he saw to make the pain go away
Safe to say
Masters moved into the banks
Getting paid off of high interests rates
These dumb f**s spending what they don't make
Well I do make tunes keep you thinking keep you moving now
Really what are you doing are you doing what you wanna do
Living life like this really keeping you comfortable
Talking like this cause I'm reaping lifes benefits
And its incredible pumping out all these decibels
And lend a helping hand when the road isn't visible
Just put ya wipers on and wipe that sh** away
Or down Lil Boosie I'm spitting straight toothache
I'm a need a dentist while I travel in this couchette
She ain't brunette
No sweat
I got ice cubes are we there yet