Fake Bonanza Yasiin Bey

[Intro]
This is a revolutionary sureshot

[Verse 1]
Hip hop, modern time, flossy and raw so self-absorbed, immature
I can't remember being this bored
Fake bonanzas become come real wars
Bullets burn through the candy on the driver side door
Long investigations and no firm lead
Billion dollar flow, and black life is still cheap
Your rent skyrockets and job prospects plummet
Ten murders, ten days, this summer
Talk about today's mathematics
A eighth, a O, a key of the calibre on your ratchet
The inmate number, the centerfold’s measurements
Is close as a cold cell come to some tenderness
I heard them say it was all about the Benjamins
I don't believe it now, didn't believe it then
Fuck whatchu heard, you believe whatchu want
The truth is what it is, it be what it been
Get rich, shorty just tryna live
Don't believe in heaven and ain't tryna get in
And hell is everyday, fuck the world anyway
Potion and sips, spark up a clip, fade away!

[Chorus]
The low lights, tree top heights
Be careful how you move the traps are covered in the lights
Landmines be disguised as welcome signs
I'll repeat it so you ain't got to press rewind
The landmines be disguised as welcome signs
Black fresh from Iraq, a wild look in his eyes
Missing part of his arm, what the fuck is your problem?
Ohh lord! Fake Bonanza!