[Intro: Johnny Venus]
Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Barack Obama lookin' at me
What’s up? What's up?

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
I'm hirin’ hands (Woo), inspirin' fans
I'm givin' out jobs, I'm sketching up plans
Police, they beat me, we storm the same streets
We storm the same block, won't stop 'til we free
Ain't think it was possible, ’til we accomplished it
Now we accomplices, now we all poppin’ shit
I'm gettin’ money, the kids gettin' money
I'm droppin' racks and racks (And racks and racks) in church on a Sunday
I get it back to back, go to work on a Monday
White on white tracksuit, ’cause you know who run it
We was hungover, South Beach was too sunny (Yeah)
We out in Joburg, no sleep 'cause we clubbin'
Catch me out in Europe with my black skin
Fightin' for freedom, my nigga, ain't no more askin'
Judge ain't never forget him for when he was trappin' (No, no, no, no)
And that pussy wet like a dolphin
Baby, I'm a king, I'm a god, a thug
My verses will live if I die from slugs
That shit is power, man, that shit is love
No, you cannot buy that from no fuckin' plug
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