Nestor. - The Profit lyrics

[Intro/Outro] I've got the profit The problem's the profit Like that's my problem? Turning profits like Warren Buffet Then you've got to snuff it, that's enough, yeah That ain't my problem All these rappers getting pissed off when I rob 'em That's my profit, not my problem The profit's the problem, the problem is that I've got it The profit's the problem, the problem is I don't want it The profit's the problem, the problem is I'm a prophet Speak to God but right now we're not talking [Verse 1] Before the villainy, I gave the world some empathy Now I'm feeling like all of the world's my nemesis Started in Hartland, opulence and apartments Before the cards and the partying The world and me had some synergy But damn, I knew that sh** weren't meant to be Eventually, I'd be at university That rent free sh**, parents working never about that me sh** The girls t**ng, up on their triple D sh** Without looking, wound up about that Greek sh** Lowkey sh**, still Cases on cases ain't great like Jay Z and Yeezus When they be coming through my Beats, sh** Thinking that could be me, sh**... The problem? They were on that Gatsby come up on I was on that Tom Buchanon Illuminati but I want the song I've got the profit but the money's wrong [Chorus] It don't wind down, we're not talking about it It's our time now, talking about it We don't wind down, talking about it It's our time now, talking about it We don't wind down, talking about it Profit's the problem, the problem is that I got it Profit's the problem, the problem is I don't want it Profit's the problem, the problem is I'm a prophet Speak to God, but right now we're not talking about it [Alt. Verse 2] We're all together in the church singing, “Yes, Lord!” But outside, black v. white like a chessboard Bands for the escort, I don't even need her But catch a brother with her, 20 years like he's Jeter That's the problem, I wouldn't know problems if they just shot me Probably cop a crate of Cognac, but never gon' catch a body So I may be solemn, but when we're bartering lives like folly I've just got to say that I'm f**ing sorry b**hes dancing like they're Cosby, jiggling Jello White girl, black dress, call that a Minstrel Show White boy on a rap track, call that a Minstrel Show How'd I get here from that? Man, I don't even know Smile for the camera in Polo like it's gym clothes White men beating Kanye's Grammy like they're Jim Crow I'm talking Selma with no fire hose The profit pulling neighbors from each other like the Civil War The drug war's just a race war And my war's just a wage war How we gon' play for what we can't get paid for That's how the profit's gonna take over [Chorus] [Outro x2] The profit's the problem The problem is that we're robbing All the culture that we love and then Hoarding them like we're goblins We're so goblin We're profiting from the problems we're causing The problem ain't that they're hidden The problem is we won't solve them [Intro/Outro]