HOOK
I own me
So you can't clone me
IPΛT baby, one and only
Many claim God but they phony
IPΛT keep it real, yea, you know me
Verse 1
I make my own money
The sh**'s called stock
Watch the value go up
As my new record drops
Flip that into some land
Make that a base for my fam
And nurture newcomers as my empire expands
I got stage hands
For the world's theater
Setting scenes up
I'm the orchestrator
When I yell, "Action!"
I'm the motivator
All-time audience captivator
Grand entrance
Master actor
Superb performance
Audience clapper
Demand encore
More theatrics
Droppin drapes on 'em
Cause I'm k**in' 'em after (scene)
HOOK
Movie magic swagger
And Holly wan wood
Therefore, I'mma give it
And stick it real good
Me and Forest, we dick her
Picture Di-Duh-Duh Man and Suge
"You's a genius, Man"
I know, I'm g-g-g-g-good
Take over The Carter
Like my name was Nino Brown
But I'm iPΛT and G-Money ain't around
E'rybody smoking Kesha
Mr. Akbar's skipping town
The Banker's sh** stinks to heaven
You think a T.A.R.P. will cover the mound?
They babble on and on 'bout how they're too big to fail
So many statistics and we get caught up in the spell
"To give us all you got's the only way your ship will sail;
Otherwise it's privatize and all your a**et's up for sale."
I'm coming for that tail which means I'm coming for that a**
Done wrote too many checks, so I'm coming for that cash
Straight like a p**nstar, man, I'm cumming for that cash
And, if you try to hold out, man, I'm gunning for that cash
HOOK
Call me "currency" and you're about to catch a charge
I'm tryna get at them chips cause I like my bands broad
Them Ben Franklins get me high as a kite, lightning rod
And, at critical altitude, I'm struck by an Act of God
I see things different, like I'm on LSD
'Cept I'm seein' what's real while e'rybody watch t.v
I'm telling all my friends, "Man, you got to see this!"
But it just flies over their head like a cloud of sea mist
They can't catch my drift like a runaway Sea Biscuit
So, I pull up in the carriage like, "Aye, you need a lift?"
Take 'em from A to B, like the Fly did on t.v
Pick one, Goldblum or Michael J's "Marty"
But they're still up in a haze
Can't snap out their gaze
Sometimes in makes me think, "Maybe I'm the one that's crazed!"
Gotta admit, it's easy watching reality t.v
And not having an opinion but just parroting the elites
"Fall in line, don't deviate or be creative
Re-create the program we gave you
You're a slave. You don't know, Man?"
HOOK
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