Imitation's the lowest form of real love, unless

You put a mil up

Caught wreck, now let's build some

In a city where out-of-towners live

For a couple years hunting kids or local

Businesses they can steal from

I don't wade into what's deeper than rap

So let's keep this surface level and leave it at

That

White bankers and politicians were dressing

Evil in maps

They seeded the math, and still wanna feed

Us the sap

So beef is a trap

You see the leeches it competes to attract

Nothin stylish or academic about'em

Just a geek in a hat

Buzzards digging beaks into rats

Fеasting til fat

Eating what the piggies won't, and then lеave

Em the scraps

All our credit they rejected

We'll be needing it back

Took fever dreams in quarantine for me to

Relax

Any light I get I'm throwing at your feet til it's

Matched

Let's clear the books, break even, and stack