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1 2 3, I call it order of events,

Rhyme, wine, dine, never payin recompense,

Start my day with algebra and history of man,

End my day with Molly, bruh, shit gets out of hand,

This is what they talk about when they talkin praise,

Party through the weekend, go to work and get a raise,

Settle down at 3 am to get a good nights' sleep,

You know that if you sow nothing, there's nothing you can reap,

Money doesn't grow on trees but neither do good times,

Hustlin and bustlin and sometimes throwin rhymes,

You say that we're too lowkey; we're lowkey on our shit,

You just gotta learn to balance work, fun, all of it,

 

Pardon me, I'm sorry, didn't mean to cause offense,

Pardon me, I'm sorry, but you're sitting on the fence,

Who's side are you on? Is it the right side? Is it not?

Reminder: I'm the one to follow in case you forgot,

 

Now hold up, take a moment, let it all sink in,

Are you tappin out? Or are you gonna win?

Pardon me, I'm sorry, I believe we've had this talk,

If you think there's not shit to change, then lift your ass and walk

 

Ok, I admit, I went a little far,

I believe in excellence; don't settle for subpar,

Now let me ask a question that I know the answer to:

What does individuality mean to you?

Sagpants One, Sagpants Two, walking down the street,

The Sagpants boys buy Hennessy, nothin to eat,

You gotta believe you're better than the Sagpants boys,

Nothin but those handles as their work and as their toys,

 

See, I believe in fun, I believe in rum, but I also believe in the rising of the sun,

And when that sun comes rising on Sagpants one and Sagpants two,

They missin out on all the fortune they was meant to do,

 

Pardon me, I'm sorry, I don't mean to lecture you,

Pardon me, I'm sorry, but you're swerving like a Subaru,

Pardon me, I'm sorry, I swear now I'm through