MACHIAVELLI - Victor Kwesi Mensah, Eryn Allen Kane

Yeah

SAVEMONEY shit

Uh, back to reclaim my throne

I’m the prince of the city, young Machiavelli

Staged my own death, outwitted my adversaries

From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters

I’m shining hard, Stanley Kubrick, we don’t live by the law

Two-time felony charge, gun-toting

Smoke 'em like Lamar, ball like a young Odom

Where crack hit the Chi the same year as Michael Jordan

My trap phone got more rings than Robert Horry

I got a story make Shakespeare say that’s tragic

Speak my mind, I got a bad habit

Became a hazard to my health like Corona to an asthmatic

I Roc like the old Jay but I’m a backstabber 'cause I un’d myself

I got better shit on albums I shelfed than shit that you went platinum off

Too fly for my own good, it’s my albatross

I’m a beast boy, I just love to self-sabotage

Pussy niggas talking down, vagina monologue

I ain’t running, but I’m tired of y’all

I could call Farrakhan or I could get you tatted

On the limbs of your friends, have 'em crying like Kavanaugh

Back on my bully, don’t be a matador

This ain’t no red flag, shooters in red rags, looters in Hermes

Mask on, you still see I’m the future

But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past, so that’s all I ask

Uh, young Machiavelli

Still alive across the belly

Uh, lemme get it back

Uh, Lake Shore Drive with the top back, rocking Y Project

With my ride or die bitch, nigga where The Lox at

Had so many conflicts, that shit got crucial

I was really fighting for freedom like Desmond Tutu

Shit is like apartheid if you seen the South Side

No upward mobility, they got niggas paralyzed

Paper Planes snapback, shout to Em and Ty Ty

Yeah, I did a rock album, that’s cause I’m a rock star

I’m from where the Moes push rocks like the tomb of Jesús

To put new 22's on they coupe, selling D, ducking 12

Undercovers looking for Proof, I push off the roof like Bishop in Juice

A window in my reality, two-parent household from an immigrant family

Middle-class salaries on 47th Street by the Stones

Where they move white out the house same block as Obama’s home

Uh, born alone, die alone, it’s still SAVEMONEY

I take that to the grave with me

The game’s funny, a nigga went from robbing in the hood

To the Robin Hood of Englewood, I’m feedin' niggas

They produced these circumstances by beatin' niggas

Mistreatin' and misleadin' niggas

We the niggas jumped ship, did some underwater breathin', nigga

Why I gotta live my death 'fore they believe a nigga?

Still alive

Alive, yeah yeah

Still alive

Alive, yeah yeah

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Alive, yeah yeah

I’m still alive

I’m still alive