Financial Times

Old-hearted, mortgage books at fifteen Like I had nephews they called me uncle at sixteen I just recognised if I wanted the life I visualised Then I would have to try to epitomise Covering the Financial Times I'm wearing suits but I got different ties Criminality I don't ostracise The past has passed so we just live our lives without much intent For your sins I repent And I'm venting cause I don't agree with the actions of my peers Been time from them younger yеars Thank god ain't no guns and tears Let's go back to the days took advantage when mums ain't here Innocence in effect, the innocent I protect And that's word to the moves that they engineering right now You see the rules are in place and I'm all for tearing 'em down But there's a limit to my morals and your wearing 'em down You fly the colours but we black and white Knew it was dangerous if I rapped tonight I might say some shit I regret, like fuck you and your Patek Someone that bought it on some legal shit no I've never met Or that I never will label myself broke but living better still If this a ride then it's the ferris wheel We go round and round I show you the sights I'm portraying through my lyrics Number 5 on the jersey but this ain't no fucking scrimmage If the shoe fit, go head and take it I see the lane open Music the vending machine, I am this games token Don't tell me that I rap too much Your lack of rap got you emaciated You should try reflect my life as though my face was plated Don't need a pill to stay closed from the truth this ain't the matrix Icons only no Dean and Dan Catenacci VsLife on the keys so we might call him Liberace Dreams to headline arenas my nickname is not Hibachi Viv Westwood on my wrist but I buss it like it's Versace Do numbers like Fibonacci it's five We talking rap I'm the guiltiest of them all Reap what I sow come the spring Cause I'm planting seeds through the fall These rappers promo a virus I cannot uninstall Who wants to be a millionaire But ain't no friends that you can call yeah Creating problems you'd think that we racketeering These favours with strings attached You would think that they puppeteering Your music makes me wonder the sound of you I'm not hearing An echo or a remnant of the moves I'm pioneering oh yes Calculated movements in my AMG Navigate my route so audaciously Employing no recruits ain't no agency Might send them your way where there's vacancies Don't uphold my values like freemasonry I hear the rumours and gossiping put that shit to rest All I'm praying for is peace like I am Ron Artest You niggas don't even qualify let alone contest Hunger for cash intravenous so may your heart invest