No apology, the toxicology states, this m'fucka's Fucked up, last night a blur Uh, woke up in a suite that I don't remember bookin' Wrapped in somebody's fur, whole fuckin' staff in the hall lookin' Room service knockin', "Sir? ...Sir?" Signed the bill "Mr. Blur," tipped a stack. I was out. Word.

Thirty-year climbin', and it ain't about growth That's term premium talkin'. Nobody trust the oath. Daily shocks shake the tree, that's the negative rho But the roots drink debasement. That's the regime. That's the flow. They want 5.4 to hold a promise thirty years I hold a ceiling carved in stone. Ain't no coupon needed here.

Paper burns quiet, the smoke don't complain Old men warm their hands and call the fire gain I keep a key on a string and a lamp in the dark Flood keep risin'. God already shut the fuckin' ark.

Arbs camp the ex-date like vultures on a wire Snatch the drip, dump the bag, leave the holders in the fire Pay it daily, ain't no front door left to rob Tourists starve. Real ones eat. That's the fuckin' job.

House keep printin' chips, y'all keep askin' for a hit Bust on 22, then cry the table's rigged as shit Me? I'm standin' on 21. Don't need the next. Shuffle all night, dealer. Ain't no 22 in this deck.

Hike, the debt eat 'em alive. Cut, the dollar drown. Fork in the road, but both lanes headin' down. All roads lead to debasement. That's why I ain't on the road. Sittin' still with the keys, watchin' the whole thing explode.

Hide ya' kids, hide ya' wife, bond market lost its mind When the bonds start sweatin', the printer ain't far behind Sit real still. Keep ya' keys. Y'all know what's comin'.

Carne asada used to cost a five, now it's fifteen 🌯 Ain't the people gettin' meaner. It's the dollar gettin' lean.

Maxi on the wall, mad the suits walked in Think the next leg up come from lattes and a grin Trillions sittin' in bonds, bored as hell and scared Saylor built the ramp. Y'all built a coffee cart and a prayer.

Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary 10 years runnin', still top gunnin' Poppin' bottles like Cruise in Cocktail If y'all stick around, I'ma show you the money, Maguire style Y'all called it Risky Business. Now you payin' retail.

Rollie in the closet collectin’ mad dust Fuckin’ had to have it, at the time it was must Rollin’ 20 Gs back then into scarcity would be 160 Gs today Droppin’ cheddar on golden wrist candy ain’t the way Time on my wrist cost me time in the game

Don’t mean to brag, but wealth build with a lag, You’ve got, two in the bag but mine’s got more sag I’ve said it before, guess I gotta say it again, Time in the market beats timin' it, friend

I’ve got one ambition, makin’ cake in the kitchen If there’s somethin’ I’m missin’ It's the fear, Traded that for conviction

Gave up the Benz and the Crib The debt is the trap Got you poppin champagne They printin’ cash in the back Tomorrow’s the day that fuckin’ bill hits the table Watch those homies break like horses from the stable There’s nothin’ worse than regret, drop that shit if your able

@hillery_dan @JoshMandell6 Y'all count candles, I count the years Log it twice and the chaos disappears Same line humblin' every fool who fought it Gravity don't care if you believe it or bought it The Powers the Law, Time’s the Judge, No Appeal

The Man turned the faucet, but the flood still rise Katrina on the levees, watch the whole thing capsize Debt need a home, so the story won’t die Y'all watchin' the rate, I'm watchin' the tide Sit real still, let the ocean decide

Bottom came knockin' twice, y'all ain't open the door Had the key the whole time, had it cut at the store Y'all waited on a sign, 58 was the floor Same lesson twice, Next time costs you more

If you true to the game, forget the fortune and fame It’s all in the name of the prices you tame, tha’ folks that came before Won’t know your name The ones that come after, They gonna all feel the same Built it in the dark, then walked away from the claim Never showed his face, but the whole world feel the flame

Brake lines cut, you burnt all the ships The only forward path Is the pent or the ditch No reverse on the whip, never learned how to switch Keep the Nos/Gas mix rich Rearview full of haters gettin' smaller by the inch

Get paper every two weeks, Is the rhythm that most keep. Makin cheddar while you sleep, 12 points is what you reap-er It’s goes deep-er, orange math puts the sleep-er hold On the printer’s bold type, this shit’s tight, save your ass some sleepless nights.