[Verse 1: Jinocide]
When I rap I handle sentences like I'm a felon
I know it's a fact that money talks and so I've got to tell em
I'll without a doubt put out my album if my product sells then
In this all new modern era I'm the John d. Rockefeller
Made fifties and a hundreds with a mixtape
You solicit us grants if we've Ben Frank
I'm a JP Morgan mortician cuz I'm very morbid and bury dead presidents in banks
Get paid, then we pa** on
I pull aks until each mans armed
And I pull aks with each hand drawn
I'm an ace and king but a thief and con
How could you fold when the pot is loaded
Preach when I speak so I rock the pulpit
They stole my flow but I caught the culprit
Got a Glock in my pocket I'm locked and loaded
Toxic flow you're just not as potent
I got the dough and my watch is golden
I bought and sold til my stock exploded
Then rose to the top with the profit motive
[Verse 2: j-man]
J-man like Jay Rock I'm hustling shaded by money trees
J-man like J Cole I'm spitting writtens straight out NC
J-man like Jay-Z I'm getting women say outcha league
J-man like Dre hit the brakes then broke the rap industry
Now I come back, attack, and I shut it down
Never saw it coming went from one to a hunna thou
I'm the cash cow like they mad cows run around
Epidemic my polemics on many any clown
Voorhees, Jason, know my identity
Give ultimatum cuz I'm Bourne with supremacy
Linked like Genevieve bars of omega 3
I can take crap take back from enemies hegemony
[Verse 2: Jinocide]
Jin spitting toxic as gin with the tonic
We wreck em with rhetoric hit em with logic
[Verse 2: j-man]
It's too far to stop so addicted to profit
I'm having withdrawals while makin deposits
[Verse 2: Jinocide]
They say I'm the boss of a dangerous business
I'm k**ing the flow it remains on my hit list
[Verse 2: j-man]
I'm making a k**in' its Makin' a livin
I talk to the teller and tell her my checklist
They checking me out when im puttin the check in
And pay me with interest by paying attention
[Verse 2: Jinocide]
My mind in the future I rap reminiscent
I'm here and Im giving the gift of the present
[Verse 2: j-man]
Current with my flow get electrical injury
Fists stay wrapped feel my rap delivery
Hit the post, blood on the door that's history
Now I Pa**over to the first Bourne mystery
[Verse 3: Dub-Eazy]
What's the difference I own money y'all are slaves to it and
You know I get paper til I'm running out of paper clips
Who'd a thought it'd happen that my rappin finally made me rich and
So I know I'm only making dollars when I'm making cents
Cuz I watch for the fakes
Counterfeit dudes getting caught and replaced
And all those who hate will most often be faced with
The god-awful fate that they ought to await
Everyday I'm the boss when I walk in the place
And I'm taking the game in a confident way
If you talking or mocking I'll rob you I'm making
A lot every day as I pocket the wage
[Verse 3: j-man]
I build the guilded age
Til my bank account looks like William Gates'
I stay spitting flames so I'm still ablaze
Spill syllables until they fill the page
[Verse 3: Dub-Eazy]
My sk**'s amazing, I'm still the greatest
Got bills to pay but I will get paper
I k** the stage from Chapel Hill to Vegas
Got a flow so ill that I'm still contagious
[Verse 3: j-man]
And it takes sk** all the things we do
Importing beats and recording these tunes
Show sold out can't afford previews
Step to me you'll need more than redos
We get green from sea to sea too
All you loser dudes are see through
Drop new bars bout things that they knew
The three new kings of East a beast crew