Stole - Armand Hammer

A pyramid so big it can’t fail

A rigged casino tryna save the whales

Mind a shell

Drill, baby, drill, whether to China or hell

Murder rate fallin' and errybody on pills

Beef fizzlin' out, rappers not tryna get killed

C’est la vie, said the old folks

Just goes to show you never can tell

You never can tell

Let’s keep it real

When I told 'em what happened niggas shrugged, like oh well

Niggas shrugged, like oh well

Whole country out on bail

Whole country out on bail

Larry with them two bars

Each war seemed like the war before

It’s a shell game, you followin' cards?

Dawg, it’s not about a bodyguard

Your A&R never shot his way outta parking garage

Now it’s not no A&R, it’s not really nothin' at all

Desperation dacin' with the stars

See the writing on the wall, nigga it’s writ large

They emptied out the vault

Nobody thought you ain’t get yours

(that's on you man)

You ain’t get yours

Tell 'em why you mad, they’ll tell you why you poor

They got rats in the floor, you better get yours

You better get yours

Tell 'em why you mad, they’ll tell you why you poor

They got rats in the walls, you better get yours

You better get yours

Tell 'em why you mad, they’ll tell you why you poor

They got rats in the floor, you better get yours

You better get yours

Tell 'em why you mad, they’ll tell you why you poor

They got rats in the walls, you better get yours

You better get yours

Build the black futures who gon' show up when you need em

Sooner than later, errything is four seasonal

On the other side of time I grew with my eldest features

Bedroom eyes, a green book reader

Red-moon sky, leaf-wrap reaper

Makiba hao

Who say got us a DJ, even they went outta style

Rappers runnin' on replay for quite a while

Ten toes down, they feet bound

Hell’s hounds don’t get me pounds no more

Bring snakes to crown your ball

Falcons war, my torch lit

Pop the cork

A force of reckonin'

Recollect to where my effort went

Deviously decadent

Omniscient, so benevolent

Quit your meddlin'

Rode a pestle grinding down base element

Formula configuring so delicate

Whether this, flowin' of the skids, sling hammer

you out and get back to Wakanda

Drowsy river rafter

tie my hand

Shuffling tarot

Battle like, dreaming of blanco langosta

When wasn’t it for the culture?

Vulture been out babblin' bullshit

Lash for the bullwhip

This a fool’s gip

Don’t you move, bitch