CS - Bread whinners lyrics

[Verse 1: Breeze Embalm] Salutes to the rich folk Keep doing ya thang Don't worry where your dollars come Or if its birthed in pain Just know that your gains Will get you champagne Peeping through window panes I observe the game We trying to reach the top We go against the grain Ya were born in it That's a quote from Bane My money is like Parker I'm trying to get to Wayne But what's my odds really Nah, I don't give a We must protect the richest Interest I ain't one but I soon might be Forget the poor They ain't nothing like me I got 99 problems But I think I'll be the one percent Dreams up in a villa Pushing whips colored vanilla The cane or the cream? They both on the scene Fly chicks, watch me Mack it Ain't no tax for my bracket Easy living man this feeling Is up lifting winning off the backs of the poor And that's just how you roll when you balling [Chorus: Eliki] The writings on the wall You know your gonna fall And it will all come crashing down Come crashing down come crashing X2 [Verse 2: Blu] Ayo I really like your style and the way you wear your crown And I admire your taste, fine wine is like grace And I bet your designer suits, cost a lot of loot And all them foreign cars man they must go far You call it bu*ter allah, mustard poupon all??? I bet you got a toilet of gold, that you poop on Do all them ladies visit at once, or they got schedules And if ya always do the same sh** you h*mos**ual I wonder what if feels like, to be privileged and white How do you buy hats, sophisticated and black You can act, like its cool but we all know the deal And if we ever dined out I hate to take the bill Still I roll with cha, coast with ya on the coast Blow some dough with cha, we can go half on a boat And then stroll through the city like we built it from scratch So when the last piece built, we can scratch each others backs Rich or poor [Chorus: Eliki] The writings on the wall You know your gonna fall And it will all come crashing down Come crashing down come crashing X2 [Verse 3: Breeze Embalm] To my third world babies Wearing jerseys from losing Super Bowl teams I hope you know that I'm keen On adopting your whole nation And showing what it means To be philanthropic Making use of my means But not cause I'm good This image helps my regime A good news piece To roll across your screens Cause my mission Lay different than missionaries So my Vision Is being labeled a visionary I got a lot of hope in this lottery ticket I got a lot of hope in this birthday wish I love basketball but I aim to play cricket I love my moms food but I need a new dish Ain't nothing better than being better off And Money is happiness right I hope I ain't wrong Hands up for the job creators Keep em up so we could rob you later [Chorus: Eliki] The writings on the wall You know your gonna fall And it will all come crashing down Come crashing down come crashing X2