Time To Win

Up in that Opera, in a mink coat at the Belmont, blowing Cuban cigars smoke, down a hundred -n- eighty, sh*t crazy, bet back these horses, be amazing Ivanka whispers in my ear, for she’s amazed with me, St. Regis 3 nites in a row, she stayed with me, she likes Thakoon -n- Jason Wu, she don’t do Givenchy or Luey, Hermes Birkin bags, Balenciaga tights, showing off that booty, gave Spike Lee 2 million, to shoot a movie of her riding me from the back, in a all gold Jacuzzi, while her poodle was barking, eating sushi while the other one was licking up a strawberry smoothie, I think one of her body guard’s a little fruity, he switch when he walk -n- sound like a broad when he talk, just a thought, me in Ivanka ass naked in one of her father’s many volts, playing who can count a 100 million, she keep stressing to me she wants children, from what I said her feelings are still healing, gas cheap 8 years later, after all that oil Bush was stealing, he f*ck the economy up, now he chilling, now his brother running for President, tryna get up in that White building, what a fulfillment, dynasties from men stealing, I stand out, for I never fit in, the definition of a man, we all sin, forbidden fruit, white women, the slave master said to him,  so I grin, f*ck him, I abolished slavery, all it takes, is a piece of paper -n- a pen, -n- whoever wrote the Constitution, f*ck him, I rewrote that b*tch, like they did the Bible, now I’m going to feed them the scraps -n- flip the script on them, my people stand up, for it’s our time to win.

We will always stand out

We will never fit in, the definition

Of a man, we all sin