Corruptable

[Start 00:22]

 

[verse 1]

I had enough! no money means no life

I want the riches right,

Egyptian pieces golden fleeces

parties every night till I get sick of all the hype

and it's just [me myself and I]

Never! I want this, obsessed with power since the age of five,

through all the streets, elbow grease and all the shit survived,

I'm a rebel, to the core not rotten like a corpse to da core in a morgue

with maggots through my jaw yet, still I enjoy it...why?

'cuz money makes me smile

money buys me clothes gotchya coping off my style

money gets me status so I'm famous all the time

walking through the food courts, skipping through the lines,

grab a pen and paper signature my famous rhymes

to a fan "I'm the man" but he not crazy like in [Stan] understand

I got my flaws, but I ain't killing for what's yours

I rather grind than pay the time, and focus on my line schemes

wild dreams hype scenes so father give me life....please

 

[Start 01:32]

 

[verse 2]

Rolls Royce gold bands round my hand in a coil

fat cash high stacks like I'm digging crude oil

black jets rude boy, don't [sweat the technique]

I, leave you in pieces I, soak you in diesel I, don't need a reason

I'm, usually more decent, like Mother Teresa but you, niggas diseases

But I, know of a cure, you want the money I make, you sabotaging my tours

more money means my nigga, that I'm getting more toys (haha)