I mean, if it was up to me

I′d give you jigs just enough money to function

So, when I see you guys with the, with the fancy suits

And cars, and nice houses, and I'm livin′ in a fuckin' hovel!

I mean, that bothers me

Ayo, juke joint party lights lit the Harlem nights

Peas and rice made a Judas out of Garveyites

Mamis in the heights always call me nice

Someone all his life, rolling dice that was dirtier than gaudy ice

My only vice is fly merch

My concert fashion gotta stay up to par, we doing God's work

Forever dipped like Fonzworth

And mine′s got bunions because I be choppin′ onions 'til my eyes hurt

The future brighter than cellos and violins fortified

With eight essential minerals and vitamins on the side

I′m overqualified, but I'ma come along for the ride

With Q ′cause I been anticipating this homicide

Never no matter like a vacuum now

I turn your speakers in the back room to mushroom clouds

We on that jet fuel, about to go to Neptune, wow

That ain't a flesh wound, they ′bout to lay your headstone down

I'm supreme, my jean jacket for the shoot was Jean Gaultier

Philly, PA, we been gettin' ours the brodie way

When it come to drama, I′m a young Sidney Poitier

Y′all know not to sleep on me like Don Quixote

Since the glory days like Springsteen, I been clean

Any garment on me, that thing mean

My inseam 32

Get it, the king, they're not worthy to

The legendary crew do more numbers than you heard we do

So, tell these chauvinist crabs it′s over with

I'm a clover-list, rollin′ that gas that's odorless

Got the bad bunnies shakin′ they asses low to this

German motorist, cake and that cash could flow to this

Musa Keita toss the carry-on luggage to agree to my black skin

Somewhere between Violas and Lupita, go ask them

About the gatekeeper, world leader

Kill s**t quicker than Usain could run a hundred meter