[Verse 1] It ain't about the money mothaf**a it's about the respect See me coming there through soon to collect every red cent for my lent cash Even if I'm dead bent off the hash Believe me son, I'm wicked like three sixes Turn your house into ash in a flash (yes) Keb just casually rolls through for the stash and leaves the room in the smash (wait..umm ishh..Oh!) Truthfully I used to think usually If I wasn't deep musically I'd be going around robbing j**elry Breaking legs on jubilees I live gloomily in my cave full of euphonies Practicing my rap fluency Thugs give me eulogy for being full of mutiny I hit stupidly yet brutally You see I'm known as the pharaoh emcee You must be full of lunacy to try me So before I break your knees, I think you would agree We'd be all safe and sound if you just payed the fees [Verse 2] (oouuf) What a breeze Since three, I've been putting them at unease Eating up all the fake ones like a Reese It don't even matter if you're black or Japanese
Cuz I'll smoke you out nonetheless if you even sneeze So please don't play with your food or people's currency and take a seat Check how Keb's lyrics is deep evil and mad lethal It'd turn you to a weasel, dying outside a cathedral from the wicked h**n needle This sh** is regal I think the "W" sequel should be illegal for the safety of these dumb people doing songs that is breaking up the Hip Hop easel For real tho Ever since a young age They held me back in a really weird small cage I was so enraged it hurt the left part of my rip cage It felt like the whole thing is carefully staged Less then the minimum wage What would happen if I just go on stage, I'm tired of living in this stone age I wanna recreate My own Golden age Otherwise I can just turn the page It sounds stupid, plus I got the fluid SO I'll never be muted Till all is looted (ya heard) Till all is looted (One time for your ....) I want the loot I wanna go ahead, buy new boots, clothes, all that you know