The Variable (X)

Uh, it's been too long Champ back the stamp on the microphone Number One Killin' songs till they get me gone, you know till Kingdom Come Young Jeddi givin' sauce, guided by the source of course it's Nevawon Like Kenobi in our 990s, tryna find new balance They forced out an old me, but turn homie the moment He showin' malice of sorts, talents of course, he gifted They tried liftin' the curse, but it coulda been worse like a hearse And momma mourning her dead misfit Man, niggas won't get it I beast on beats, storm, bring hell and sleet I been grey like Jean, yet prevail hell, he Wolverine Heal from all the holes I was left with Professor Sex get neck while I'm connected To Cerebro We know these hoes mutate over mutuals And the next man, the variable put out depends on checkin' accounts Do the math, it's the ass plus dollar amounts They solve for x, man, you ain't figured it out I ain't got too many figures to really fiddle with now, man Many linger in my denim, tryna finger them out Like Malcolm X, man But really what did I expect when Money make the world go round Money make it all go down, crash burn Money won't make the richest nigga turn a clown You just see more of who he is since he ain't the one down Folks be a fake renown, now more than ever I don't care about daps and pounds, just pay me pounds for my endeavors VLTRS CEO and I know the stock is only as hot as its investors Acknowledge my efforts, been dodging detectors Gru from ancestor roots, with a trajector they can't compute See, f*ck with me, f*ck a tee Despicably send thee, to the moon to tune in with Vector He spit it so sickly like you coughing up blood off nicotine last semester Apologies, to mama I'm a scholar but would rather squalor my dollars Investing in something worth being lectured Couldn't do college or as I call them, colleagues of bill collectors Smoke weed, pen, ink is indeed the fucking nectar Honey sweet, don't need for lecture, get the bag buddy But when you get the money, Neva turn nutty, professor Yeah, this right here is a confession Money make the world go round Money make it all go down, crash burn See, that nigga wanted the honey All we wants is the money