Daveed Diggs - Surrounded by Millionaires lyrics

[Verse 1: Busdriver] We rub elbows with the super rich Showing up exuberance We're futurists, we shoot the sh** So we need our computer fixed My people's for the usefulness (that's why) I'm surrounded by millionaires The OG cliques and cla** No opiates en ma**e, we scoping craps I'm surrounded by millionaires But they stitch flags with dishrags Kick a jab any prick with a badge till he screams [Hook: Busdriver] I'm surrounded by millionaires We making millions No we made a millions There's no difference We breaking ceilings We making millions No we made a millions There's no difference We breaking ceilings We made a millions No we made a millions These ancient dealings They been breaking ceilings These ancient dealings They been breaking ceilings I made a millions I made it [Post-Hook: Busdriver] When I k** the game, it's not murder I'm now suspicious and the cops murmur They push the border of the blocks further So they mythologize their top earners My squadron ain't hot rhymin [?] [?] n***as just like us [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] Chinchilla skin grafts, full-length Except for the bear's feet stitched to the bare feet And when I bare teeth it's carrots f** floss, boss up, n***a or be tossed off Or refuse to the beat, breasts fuse Like a motherf**er let loose Never been a hoozie, 'scuse me (blah) Two times (blah, blah) Come up off of everything you got up in the backpack bae bae Give me fifty feet I'll walk a mile, follow Give me fifty cents I make it rain by tomorrow Swallowed every pill I'm on a million while you talking Keeping it one hundred n***a what you really feeling In age with the odds of a black astronaut were astronomical We turned whips into spaceships Found a place in between a nightmare and a dream to build castles, don't mind if they makeshift Motherf**er we make sh** Revolution's an industry, who the f** makes it ? We can taste it Betting like a b**h but I bet you don't know when the ba** hit Born a basehead It's a birthright Let it kick and ensnare in the first fight Grab a mic get the first slice spit a verse like it's life on the line And a hearse right behind her waiting with doors ajar Shoot whatever it was sworn ima sport the car And skirt the block and watch for skirts And cop the gat and rock the ice and freeze the frame and trace the plot Embrace the end inevitable Endeavor to get the cheddar inevitable But never amenable Spit ever letter with the tenor of a venerable boss on the backs of millions I don't look at the cost