[Verse]
Stomach 'bout the size of Bam Bam the Bigelow
Remember playing red dead when I'd fan the hammer most
Young whose banned from any slammings with the hoes
Now I'm busting through those walls like I'm Aberamma gold
My last regards to those forgotten like the jack of hearts
Peaked fast and lost steam, its just a war of cogs
Successful paths akin to going toe to toe with grogs
Feral Mongs chase after me they know I right their wrongs
We build guillotines, plot to overthrow regimes
Whilе you beg for mercies of billionairе philanthropy
Maybe when dad hits me it means that he loves me
Maybe when you get slapped it means that you retaliate
War crimes on your front lawn, start the sirens
While they keep their eyes shut like peaky blinders
Greener pastures can't perceive the violence
Hearing pleas for help and yelling "please be quiet"
[Hook]
Ain't no rest for the wicked
Ain't no sympathy for upper nose bastards
Ain't a hall or a house we can't break down
Ain't no peace for the puppet masters
Piss on their grave have them floating in their casket
Distribute wealth to the wealth less
Ain't no sympathy for do nothing politicians
Ain't no peace for the puppet masters
[Verse]
I'm with a movie mistress in some loosie britches
Past the days of being fooled by Christians and elusive systems
I've been on ruthless missions to accumulate some chicken
Take your tape, give it a rewrite I'm fluent in Woolseyism
Is apathy a drug? been ridiculed by the question
Set light to the house of white the east to the west end
Making bread as an artist your whole job is to set trends
The game is as rigged as politics and elections
Our system is built to manufacture monsters
Social class affects empathetic responses
Poor man will give you the shirt off his back
Rich will lend you a dollar ask to Venmo me back?
We aren't on even playing fields no
We aren't even playing the same goddamn game
The distance between is over due for some change
So I'll lessen the gap with a bullet down the range
Bang!
WHOSE CAMP