[Verse One] [Reks]:

A metamorphosis to the glorious one in all of us

Still in a cocoon, my story is

Not yet spread

Wings only just ready for the growth

Making the most of my career hopes

I wrote, butterfly effect the rose, Reks with prose, next to those

Shakespearean quotes I hold visions of living these odes drop in the wind

Suppose I should hit the drink less

Success is so further roads, Father Ave, father have mercy

Goals of Destiny's Child, wow, holds dollars to fold

Now I'm on my second child, wild, Lord knows

I froze, stumble while those chose to pursue degrees

Crew and me ate every true MC, dough's

There for the taking in loaves

Hoes said you live one life

The kid and the wife conquer the show

Over sea shores my music is gold

No plaques but behold

Sea of hands, screaming fans on the road, yo

[Hook] [Reks]:

Rap-a-nomics, rapping dollars we all crave

We was brought up in the hood so the hood stays

Passing bottles, my niggas rep that good hey

Laughing, reminiscing on the days we were

Rap-a-nomics, rapping dollars we all crave

We was brought up in the hood so the hood stays

Passing bottles, my niggas rep that good hey

Laughing, reminiscing on the days

[Verse Two] [Termanology]:

We call it rap-a-nomics, don't rap if you rap in college

I slash up like any competition when I'm on a mission

Cause I'm an alcoholic anonymous rap-a-holic

Misogynist targeting anyone that I want to kill

The marijuana feels amazing when I get to blazing

Erasing the memories from back in the days that enrage me

Made me far from lazy, carving my name in the game

Then engraving my label, when I do the crown will be on it

So just crowd around it, applaud it then start to vomit

Cause I make you sick, but you know I'm the shit

It's that Lawrence spic holding on a quarter brick

And I never left the hood where my daughter live

I'm on the corner with killers who kill for ornaments

Insubordinate boardies who pour out their heart in all they stories

I'm in Purgatory hoping to pass Hell, smoking my last L

Smiling, kicking my sad tales

[Hook] [Reks]:

Rap-a-nomics, rapping dollars we all crave

We was brought up in the hood so the hood stays

Passing bottles, my niggas rep that good hey

Laughing, reminiscing on the days we were

Rap-a-nomics, rapping dollars we all crave

We was brought up in the hood so the hood stays

Passing bottles, my niggas rep that good hey

Laughing, reminiscing on the days

[Verse Three] [Sha Stimuli]:

Look

No sons or daughters but I made it as a fucking author

I'll probably trade it though I made it, someone made an offer

Then I can change my course up

No regrets, but my life is like I'm running underwater

Chasing success

With an anchor around my ankle and a weight vest strapped to me

Yeah it's taking long but in the end I'm getting strong

Wrong or right I came in bonkers, shedding light don't make me conscious

Halloween, you can dress up like me, I'm such a monster

Stimuli, come gave responses cause I'm honestly the honoree

Honor me before my late departure

I don't wanna be a goner but when I'm gone I'll only leave half

And only half of my music gets computed

Blame my father, blame my....

Blame my mother, blame my grandma and grammar teaching skills

Taught me words now I form death sentences and I kill

If I never reach a mill, only 50,000 sold

That's a 100,000 eyes and ears no longer closed

Let's go

[Hook] [Reks]:

Rap-a-nomics, rapping dollars we all crave

We was brought up in the hood so the hood stays

Passing bottles, my niggas rep that good hey

Laughing, reminiscing on the days we were

Rap-a-nomics, rapping dollars we all crave

We was brought up in the hood so the hood stays

Passing bottles, my niggas rep that good hey

Laughing, reminiscing on the days