[Produced by Zck] [Intro] One time for the dollars, two times for the cents Middle finger to the landlords collectin the rent One time for the scuffle, two times for the knuckles Middle finger to the police cause theyre government muscle [Verse 1] One time for the dollars, two times for the cents Middle finger to the landlords collectin the rent I aint even got a car and he pull up in a Bent Six locks on my front door and he raisin the rent Damn, this world crazy Out of shape and work 12 hours a day and they still say that Im lazy They dont hear me though, all they hear is Get this dough Now you think you middle class, but really just a check from poor Polo, Jordan, Nike, its embedded in our psyche Worshipin material things like the almighty God, true and livin, we aborted the mission Now we stuck in a cycle of corporate ass kissin They killed all the leaders and they stole all the pension And Van Goghd the ears of everybody that listened Gentrified the hood, now we on a collision And the rich tell us its rainin when theyre really pissin [Hook] The world judge em both, the paupers and the scholars Speak your mind, they lock us up in patty wagons and Impalas See the one percent, got more dollars than they got sense And the 99 percent, got more sense than they got dollars And its enough to make you holler, hey ya, hey ya Its enough to make you holler, hey ya, hey ya Its enough to make you holler, hey ya, hey ya Its enough to make you holler [Verse 2] One time for the knuckles, two times for the scuffle Middle finger to the police cause theyre government muscle Usin a badge to try and put a muzzle on the struggle Cause were more like the Evans, and less like the Huxtables That means were fuckable cause we aint got no power And momma work 60 hours and daddy work 80 hours The kids roam the street after school for hours Slave labor, we all strangers with no neighbors Nobody help us and we dont do each other favors Cant nobody save us, and they shouldnt have to Stop waitin on the Bible and the book of Matthew In between club church and club Hell like Add2 Threw my hands up, and let out a holler They tryna kill my dreams like Marvin Gayes father The smartest man in the world dont have the most dollars I know a genius on skid road livin in squalor [Hook]
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