Filthy Rich (feat. Spencer Pollard)
I plead the 5th
It's all I could do
You left a trace
Degenerate
I signed the bill
And covered your name
Oh, what a waste
Degenerate
Is blood really thicker than the water you drink?
And was I your first choice or did you have to think?
Degenerate
Swearing on the book, you didn't know it was wrong
Well it made you filthy rich, I guess you knew all along
Your god complex, I'm not impressed
I saw what you became
I can play the perfect part in your game
(Hey man what's really going on here?)
It's not my place to critique any words that you say
(I'm not sure but it's really seeming unclear)
The power of the pen is mightier than the sword: an arms race
But don't you stick your fucking check in my face
Think about it, could it be you?
If the tables were to turn, would you know what to do?
Looked me in the eyes, stabbed me right in the back
I was in the courtroom while you were counting your stacks
Your god complex, I'm not impressed
I saw what you became
Obviously running out of patience
Let's just face it
Let's just face it
Tables turned, I know you couldn't take it
Let's just face it
Let's just face it
I can play the perfect part in your game
(Hey man what's really going on here?)
It's not my place to critique any words that you say
(I'm not sure but it's really seeming unclear)
The power of the pen is mightier than the sword: an arms race
We're relatives, but we can't relate
Degenerate
I'm nothing like you and I never will be
Degenerate
Burn in hell
Burn in hell
It's all I could do
You left a trace
Degenerate
I signed the bill
And covered your name
Oh, what a waste
Degenerate
Is blood really thicker than the water you drink?
And was I your first choice or did you have to think?
Degenerate
Swearing on the book, you didn't know it was wrong
Well it made you filthy rich, I guess you knew all along
Your god complex, I'm not impressed
I saw what you became
I can play the perfect part in your game
(Hey man what's really going on here?)
It's not my place to critique any words that you say
(I'm not sure but it's really seeming unclear)
The power of the pen is mightier than the sword: an arms race
But don't you stick your fucking check in my face
Think about it, could it be you?
If the tables were to turn, would you know what to do?
Looked me in the eyes, stabbed me right in the back
I was in the courtroom while you were counting your stacks
Your god complex, I'm not impressed
I saw what you became
Obviously running out of patience
Let's just face it
Let's just face it
Tables turned, I know you couldn't take it
Let's just face it
Let's just face it
I can play the perfect part in your game
(Hey man what's really going on here?)
It's not my place to critique any words that you say
(I'm not sure but it's really seeming unclear)
The power of the pen is mightier than the sword: an arms race
We're relatives, but we can't relate
Degenerate
I'm nothing like you and I never will be
Degenerate
Burn in hell
Burn in hell
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Rico, Michael Sanchez, Gregory Mcdevitt, Christopher Loporto
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