Corporate America - Solomon Childs

Uh-huh, what up Bless?

I’mma keep sending them to you, baby

Ray Die-zee, politician man

Corporate America, top of the world

The plan is to get back, the plan is to be strong

And last long in this Corporate America

Off the record I promote violence

Type of music that get you killed from the words that you muttered

Come across like a right cross, and you get head bunted

I live amongst crimes and criminals

Subliminals who wanna be high powered & high blooded

They say the jails is overflooded

From Honduras to the Florida Keys with key money

Air tight Willie and me, here to distort

And it’s all in your voice money, and you laughing

Or with this spice, I left my house in plasma rock

This police kept me marshalls and cock blocked

Try’nna eat, I’m getting as fat as Jill Scott

Strugglin', in and out of jail is a cold art

Compose the ghetto like I was Mozart

A talent like mine, that’s how the drama start

Nuthing to gain.

you hear, that’s how the drama start

I’m De La Soul, watch me plug one

Plug two, burgundy spots on my bulletproof

Funeral time, pull out the black suits

Give it up for ratchet city, never met Fat Joe

But me and my mans’ll still run Trizzy

We thug affiliates official, blow up shop for shizzle

Won’t have the Tyrone to miss you

I’m at the ultimate point of the game;

money

And it’s funny;

cuz music attract high rolling

A&R's wonder why I spit so hard, look God, I’m broke

And momma had a stroke, and I’m a third time affendit

Shorties think I’m a big spender, I tell 'em slow down

Lead your own life, because mines you wouldn’t wanna enter

Bullet holes in the front of my fender

Jealousy, could beside cats in my projects

And I’m wondering if the God’s next…

Yo, Bless, I’mma politic it out for you baby…