Even (Intro)

Imitation's the lowest form of real love, unless you put a mil up.

Caught wreck, now let's build some

In a city where out-of-towners live

for a couple years hunting kids or local businesses they can steal from.

I don't wade into what's deeper than rap,

so let's keep this surface level and leave it at that

White bankers and politicians were dressing evil in maps

They seeded the math, and still wanna feed us the sap,

so beef is a trap

You see the leeches it competes to attract

Nothin stylish or academic about'em

just a geek in a hat

Buzzards digging beaks into rats

feasting til fat,

eating what the piggies won't, and then leave em the scraps

All our credit they rejected

we'll be needing it back

Took fever dreams in quarantine for me to relax

Any light I get I'm throwing at your feet til it's matched

Let's clear the books, break even, and stack