BILL MACY


We’ve got Lincoln Navigators for ghetto fabulous drivebys
Here’s a few ashes who owner inhabited five mics
40s in each variety your street cred’l ever need
Got some fresh fatigues for the souljah that’l never bleed
Here’s a book full of designs for your new label’s medallions
Acting class in the back if your thing’s fatal Italians
Got some common colds by the vial if you want that nasal tone
Got 2ways and then some if you ever want to raise a phone
Interrupting someone’s much easier if you fake a call
Take it from me, oh sorry (hello...)
But, as I was saying uhh, what’s your name again?
Sankofa no, that’ll never work, try for fame and trends
Got all kinds of glassware, from crackvials to champagne glasses
Even a photo shop with cockroaches and a stained mattress
Here’s an album of tats that’l wash off in 3 days
Block writer’s block with my new bible, hip hop clichés
Just in case you want to be from the wrong side of the tracks
I can’t sell you dope, that’s out in a ride by the back
I got a motivational tape to bring the thug out of you before the dub
Got this vacuum pump, for the ladies-you know, more to love
Here’s a book of popular personas you can choose from
Got a hooker who will swear to Wendy Williams that your crew’s hung
Even got computer programs to give you glittery graphics
And a word a day calendar for all the jittery half wits
Our personal trainers chisel the most flaccid physiques
Abs, lats and obliques in only a batch of some weeks
And if you can’t bother earning a sixpack, you can buy it
Even got the nails a fist throwing Puffy was crucified with
I’ll even sell you the pen Jay-Z never wrote his rimes with
I've got that hotness, red gold pendants and blue diamonds
Give me five minutes and we’ll invent a perfect bio
Soon you’ll be living your life just as splendidly
Might I suggest you talk about riches before you have them?
Don’t forget, you’re an orphan from a broken home in Staten
We can pay off unnamed sources to verify you slung crack
Just in case the magazines come around, here’s one gat
Yeah, you’ll need, you’re going to be a star-I’ve got this feeling in my wallet
And we are going to make some money baby, some money