so imma let you know now this how i throw down
cash rules everything around us quick grab the money in dolla bills we trust yo
green pupils all up in your iris
dolla signs tatooed upon ya eyelids
20/20 vision seein through these jacksons
i'm tellin what i'm seein
it's like bob ross painting in his grave
paintin you with scalpels all up in ya face
i'm tellin you it's raw bombin u with words
dictionaries at ya jaw fuck ya verbal analog
i'm screamin from the top of my lungs
i'm spittin truth out from my toes to the tip of my tongue
it ain't over til the fat lady sings
that fat bitch is done after this song
and after this song you'll be singing along
you'll be gettin along fuck that beef shit
it's all a facade with ya gangsta talk and ya gangsta walk all this gangsta shit everywhere i walk.
intelligent minds fizzle into thin air
say you makin moves but ya ass is still here
tryina drop knowledge with a gray wig on ya
get the fuck on with that hard knock shit
talkin bout some projects that how real it git?
half assed on some fake crew shit
talk trash bout some hoe you dicked
fuck that u a lazy bitch *product of america*
fuck that u a lazy bitch *you are the product of america*
