Not a statistic,
a little too cryptic,
About as much hope,
As the poor mans wish list,
Don’t gift wrap it,
Claim that it’s Christmas,
Shit’s gonna go down,
Regardless of it’s mistress,
How’d you miss this,
That’s a sick trick,
Put your name down,
I’ll add you to the hit list,
Step on your pride,
count it on my fitbit,
Acting too slow,
thinking too quick sit,
Next to your teacher,
Smoke a spliff,
That’s a near miss,
Dear kids
Don’t do as I do,
Just do as I did,
Coz all I do now,
Is try to score hits,
Got money on my mind,
That makes my mind sick,
Counting my cash,
And scratching my ****
If I don’t die trying,
I guess I’ll get rich
Whatever monkey say monkey do
They say that money talks that much is true
‘I like provocative’
I like provocative
The loud moth but a sock in it
The sleep when your dead
Mind-set that we’re allotted with
I was a spotty kid
The sort you’d smoke a shotty with
The type to splits tens
When the money that you got is shit
I like provocative
The loud moth but a sock in it
The sleep when your dead
Mind-set that we’re allotted with
I was a spotty kid
The sort you’d smoke a shotty with
The type to splits tens
When the money that you got is shit
My conscience is constant
My mind state still nonsense
Can’t explain all these thoughts
But we got to live amongst them
My ideas they robbed them
Cashing in on all my problems
Made a quick buck
From too many ****s
Gift wrapped them
And then flogged them
Please tell me you didn’t mean that
This whole **** life sort of demeanour
Always looking for the grass to get greener
Coming off a little eager
Best seller nor crowd please
Turns out that you were never neither
Less tact than a young weed dealer
Kicking back in your blacked out beamer
Whatever monkey say monkey do
They say that money talks that much is true
‘I like provocative’
I like provocative
The loud moth but a sock in it
The sleep when your dead
Mind-set that we’re allotted with
I was a spotty kid
The sort you’d smoke a shotty with
The type to splits tens
When the money that you got is shit
I like provocative
The loud moth but a sock in it
The sleep when your dead
Mind-set that we’re allotted with
I was a spotty kid
The sort you’d smoke a shotty with
The type to splits tens
When the money that you got is shit
Monkey Do