Connery (feat. 20syl & Mr. J. Medeiros)

Ain't it funny how the money make a man throw a tantrum

All up in his head like he Samson

Damn, son, I meant Swanson, um, pardon the jest

I'm dumb but I knew that it started with S

I'm a comic, working that topic to death

Wanna go pop, work harder at less

Be a product, fans ain't hard to impress

And in the end you might a purple heart on your chest

Ain't that right, Seth Rogan?

Tesla rolling

Couldn't care less about the vibe you're blowing

Young MC's still playing with cars

While someone like me still playing these bars

I don't mind you coming here

And wasting all my time

Delegating punchlines, that's so bland

For a dedicated punch, call 'em Pakistan's, funny

Who are the ones who pretend to the sun

And the answer to all of the whims (Money)

Rappers, they live in a gimmick

Then give me five minutes, unlimited lyrics

And I'll get the script, uninhibited merit

Incriminate parents, intimidate clerisy

Raps like that, invite 'em in

Force 'em multi's vitamins

I call it goat cheese for idol men

Go broke at both knees to idol them

Please, B, what's the price point of these Yeezy's

You conning me?

Ain't put my feet in those Connery's

You teasing me, you honoree, damn

And you wanna be the honoree man

Ain't you seen the economy?

And you want me to honor you

But I bought your tunes, now honor me

And they bought your shoes, now honor them

'Cause they wore them too, like armor

Then somebody came fully on to them

And said, run them jewels and moccasins

I ain't mocking sins, they say we all got a lot within

Like a bank with full drawers , my option is

I can take and do wrong but not with them

Man can rot within when they pay for more than they depositing

Now I ain't LeCrae but I ain't that cray

Gotta thank the good Lord for dropping in

Dropping in, dropping in

Gotta thank the good Lord for dropping in

Dropping in, dropping in

Gotta thank the good Lord for dropping in

Dropping in, dropping in

Gotta thank the good Lord for dropping in

Dropping in, dropping in

Gotta thank the good Lord for dropping in

Ain't it funny how the fandom got a man dumb

And running for the van thinking his band's won

And only fan that he gets abandoned

'Cause he doesn't understand that we want a Superman

And crazy reasons like locomotives

Are training these kids to go for broke quick

Fame is easy, the lane is open

Like the brain is soaked in

Now come in and give me a moment to mumble

Some cumbersome flows you would know from the jump

As a coverup, those who are going for none

Go to number one simply because we are dumb enough

Do it in front of us, true, they make fun of us

Trouble is business is booming because of us

Is it easy because I just

M-m-m-m-mastered phonics faster than an atom blast is captured

On a rap-atronic aftermath is shattered glass and rappers be

A solid and a liquid, in the end it's barely matter

See their shadow on a wall commemorating the disaster

See, I dated rap and asked her if she'd ever be my wife

This is the statement that she made while she was having a midlife crisis

She said, maybe in the 80's when my babies needed fathers

But they pay me in Mercedes, I get way too many offers

Just be happy with the play I give you on the side

'Cause I'm older than you think and been on way too many rides

Been on way too many rides and they running on the side

Three fourteen inch rims and they're running on the side

Now what have we learned in the span of three minutes

That money is earned by the men who believe in

The cunning of fame, how they beg to receive it

When somebody's name is much better than he is

And bigger than he is

Kids looking up, he's as big as a tree is

Quick, hook it up, the electricity is glowing

The letters, it all goes together, it's all the marquee is