Da Heat Kool G Rap

[Intro: Kool G Rap] - x2
Still on this paperchase
Load the stacks up in the safe
Cause champagne tastes with beer money don't cut the cake
Me and my peoples play for high stakes
Look out for FBI jakes, turn up the ? case and place me upstate

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
But yo its all legal
Every last printed bald eagle
We started out as small people now we tall and lethal
From poverty, to land properties, runnin' monopolies
We properly, sit in butter leather shit and mahogany
Call it robbery, just as long as I grab the lottery
Im tryna prospectally strictly going for jackpottery, obviously
Kool G Rap I like a lotta cheese
A novelty, models be stripping
Like the shit's pornography, the odyssey, lyrical prodigy
See my philosophy like Socrates
Logically cats follow me catastrophically
Apostle G
Your role model be and anything less is just a S.O and S. with the apostrophe
Fuck all that hypocrisy
You know who doctored these lyrics about the street shit first
Check my biography, its possibly
Cause I was ahead of my time just like a prophecy, monstrosity
Niggas wanna copy me like photography