You could say I got a bad case of the Mondays it’s mundane, most of the time I’m unfazed and unscathed/ I bust it and stuff it with slumpers for some chump change, thinkin’ about what I can get if I jump you for that junk chain/ I wanna rob the rich, the problem is, I can’t end up in the system with my daughter raised fatherless/ attachment parenting, I rap for therapy, sarcastic everything but I never lack sincerity/ box it up, ship it out, chalk it up to the business’ how I’m getting’ down, off the tongue spit it out/ spit it out, out of this world but I’m in the house, can’t afford the water bill, but I got some nice kitchen towels/ anything to distract me from this head it aches, renovations needed, I’m bleedin’ till the rent is paid/ life’s a money trap, set the bait, it gave me lemons a long time ago, I already slanged that lemonade

Yeah, I’m frustrated living with this hunger, I’ll be rich when I’m dead, well this is not a comfort/ I’m no sucker, I bid you goodbye, chump, you livin’ the good life? Well the good die young/ I’ma show you what immortality is, balance the biz and art, you aren’t hard once your callous is picked/ originality drips from everything I touch, then it turns to debt and sweat, I’m barely keeping up/ followin’ this overgrown trail to supremacy, dependency’s a recipe for failure so set me free/ I’ll burn your city down if I don’t get the key, save the adoring fans, my touring van’s my embassy/ I made Make More now I make more, scrape and take more of my own advice when I brain storm/ you claim to aim for the sky, don’t hide when the rain pours, save your pride in that change jar