Mercenary’s Theme

By Akrobatik

On Built To Last

Released on January 1, 2014

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Get your money up

(Gimme, gimme, gimme....)

Everybody get your money up

Come on Uncle Sam, really – it can’t be hard

I’m just tryna re-up on my EBT card

What you mean I got no government access

Then why you got access to my taxes

What clowns? How’d the government shut down

Over some shit that’s been in the books for months now

Come on, are you serious

Yet Congress wanna give bomb threats to Syrians

You throwin’ stones living in a glass house

‘Cuz back home you leaving your own assed out

Waiting on funds while they’re home passed out

But the end of every week, y’all's checks is cashed out

Of course citizens are gonna lash out

At each other when it seems like hope is cast out

The thanks we get is more tanks and shit

For electing you bozos – kick their ass out

Get your money up

(Gimme, gimme, gimme....)

Everybody get your money up

I ain’t saying to be scared – I’m saying be prepared

‘Cuz it’s looking like the muhfuckas really don’t care

So we gotta cash out

But so many of us will go the fast route

Try to make a milli up in the crackhouse

Or maybe ball out like Jerry Stackhouse

Everything’s a gamble so don’t crap out

When you wrestle with them demons, you’re bound to tap out

Had to bring my homie from my high school class out

Told him it was bottom of the ninth, last out

He said ‘Ak, you always went the class route'

So he took me to the bank and yanked the cash out

(Yeahh), now Built To Last’s out

Now Ak can hit the stage and rash out

Take it to your face while the beats blast out

After this I’m goin’ back in the booth to black out

Get your money up

(Gimme, gimme, gimme....)

Everybody get your money up

Everybody out here fightin’ to survive

Got us lookin’ like a real life GTA 5 - damn (x2)

(Gimme, gimme, gimme...)

Out here in Boston, Taxachusetts

We’re chasin’ an American dream that’s elusive

It’s ‘bout to be a bunch of wild people on the loose

If you don’t stop measurin’ our necks for the noose fit

But all y’all wanna do is cash out

Bring your name a Lil’ Fame and Mash Out

Beggin’ for trust when all you is cast doubt

I’m bookin’ a flight – fuck this, yo, Ak’s out

Get your money up

(Gimme, gimme, gimme....)

Everybody get your money up