Another Day, Another Dollar

Clark the Scholar

Watch me paint another Pollock

Spray the ink on the page and make it brolic

Don’t save Wallace;

Just praise the artist, cause I’m starving

I raised the bar; because I got parched

My life’s a rom com, I stay strapped like my osh cosh

With a Magnum, not a gun just some 45s

Colt 40 live, it ain’t fun unless my homies ride

Fuck Cobra Ki

Wax the ride, and I paint the fence;

Subtract your pride, everybody gotta pay they pense

Don’t be dense, be water, like bruce lee taught ya

Loose leaf blotter, tune in and see God from

These clean cuplets;

Don’t be puppets

Be sweet lovers, they want us all screaming fuck it

But god damn; what’s the joy in that?

I rather roll the dice, than live my life holdin back

It’s kinda funny when you think about it

The money counted

Is the sum of the people’s talent

Cause if I’m not paid

Don’t mean I’m not played

It’s a stock trade, maybe a game in an arcade

I want the cheat code

I’m done with the heave hoe

Yeen know

Wanna be more than just a Webelo

A Wolf, Bear, Lion, Scouting for that rare hymien

Don’t compare my rhyming to squares, they're like sirens

Leading you astray

Hit em with that Q and A

Victim you are lame

Babay, the way I spew the game

So Pat me on the back

And look me in the Vannas

And don’t Say Jack to the fact I took advantage

Not talking sexual

Cause that’s always consentiual

I gotta pention to

Pull extentions, and get a mention fool

Half my business in this is from referrials

Cause these girls

Travel the world

To see the D earl

Because, I’m well known