Ay man remember that one time you said you ain’t never robbed no one before?

Truth be told, you gangsta as fuck

You see we lie we cheat we steal we kill we deal we do all these things brother

This is the first world, utopia

You know what you firstworld as fuck man

Let me tell you a story, man hop in the ride

[FAUXE]

I get so high

Chillin’ in the ride

Got the windows down

We don’t see both sides

I guess we alright

Chillin’ in the ride

Got the windows down but

We don’t see both sides

I guess we alright… right.. right…

I get so high

Chillin’ in the ride

Got the windows down

We don’t see both sides

I guess we alright

Chillin’ in the ride

Got the windows down but

We don’t see both sides

Muhfucka we

First world as fuck

First world as fuck

First world as fuck

First world as fuck

First world as fuck

Enter the swashbuckling

Chucking a 40, chuckling

My mind thoughts shuffling

Swallowing these supplements

Stir the pot, keep it bubbling

My intentions are troubling

Secure the bag, duffeling

Product of my government

Still married to the money in-laws deceased

Still keep it hood so we keeping all the receipts

Still screaming fuck the police as poetic releasin’

It’s payback season best believing we got a reason

It’s a potluck, welcome in to my kitchen to see

Mocassin democracy, formaldehyde under the seats

And I’m mortified

Vicious cycle mad rickety

Remedy where the liquor be

Cabinet past expiry

They swerving Testa Rosa

From they cribs down in Sentosa

I prepared the toast

The yaaaam say ‘for the ambrosia, I told ya

That thinly veiled surprised

Right between your eyes

Full disclosure rocking with my soldiers

Dinners not so kosher

[FAUXE]

I get so high

Chillin’ in the ride

Got the windows down

We don’t see both sides

I guess we alright

Chillin’ in the ride

Got the windows down but

We don’t see both sides

Muhfucka we

First world as fuck

First world as fuck

First world as fuck

First world as fuck

First world as fuck

You know I hate small talk, dinner time conversation

Had enough of that debating with Satan

Verbatim he told me to up the fucking ante

Al dente cook em no shade like Fenty

Leave the chamber empty

You must die a vigilante

Fuck singing bout being poor right?

This is in Singapore, right?

Pull up in the horse whores wet off of the decor, right?

Tell these rap Rupi Kaur’s I’m out here settling scores

Cleaning game like a chore, opening every sore

So I secured a plan to have their fate in my hands as they gnawed on the feta

Enjoying their final dinner, everythings set up to more than ruffle a few feathers

My team some supreme brothers, esteemed pleasure, ready for whatever

Watched the conversation move to a different direction

They getting erections money the topic of discussion

Engrossed in the meal, talkin’ bout robbin and stealin

Waiting to rush to the steel, then they were totally distracted

Subhas, this is your conscience

You hear me speaking?

Your confidence peaking

While they feasting leave them leaking

Remember your modus operandi

Is to see em all deceased

Rigor mortis head to feet

Indecision’s your pet peeve

Hold up

What if they strapped

What if they scheming

Feeling so trapped

Remember keep breathing

If you wear your heart on your sleeve

Your clothes gon catch a bleeding

You got my blessings

Spray em all teach em all a lesson

Turn them thousand island dressing with your weapon that sweet 377

Use it right now, don't compromise your position

And I promise that

You’ll be remembered like Guinness

Leave em all dead with no witness

No weakness, now just finish business there’s no folding

But I really wonder what it is that Temasek’s holding?

It don’t fucking matter grab the mask and start exploding

Cos who’s really sinner if you let ‘em enjoy their dinner

And give them a pass, and failed to hold them to task

Then you the new middle class

No more questions to ask

No more questions just spazz

Stood up for my salvo snapped back out of my thoughts

Exquisite corpse, Saw them sprawled out on their seats like a crime scene

Obscene opulence stomachs burst from the seams, blood spilled all green

The table completely clean, one hell of a binge

Viola, they all died, from foie gras

Cooked just how they like it by the book like it’s a fatwa

Turns out degrees and foreign cars

The greed the coup de grace

I never got very far

With my grand plan

I guess all you need to do is keep feeding the man