Surrounded by Millionaires

[Verse 1: Busdriver]

We rub elbows with the super rich

Showing up exuberance

We're futurists, we shoot the shit

So we need our computer fixed

My peoples for the usefulness (that's why)

I'm surrounded by millionaires

The OG cliques and class

No opiates en masse, we scoping graphs

I'm surrounded by millionaires

But they stitch flags with dishrags

Kick a jab any prick with a badge till he screams

[Hook: Busdriver]

I'm surrounded by millionaires

We making millions

No, we made of millions

There's no difference

We breaking ceilings

We making millions

No, we made of millions

There's no difference

We breaking ceilings

We making millions

No, we made of millions

These ancient dealings

They be breaking ceilings

These ancient dealings

They be breaking ceilings

I'm made of millions

I made it

[Post-Hook: Busdriver]

When I kill the game, it's not murder

I'm now suspicious and the cops murmur

They push the border of the blocks further

So they mythologize their top earners

My squadron ain't hot rhymin

Place a squad car across from the knee[?]

Niggas just like us

[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs]

Chinchilla skin graft, full-length

Except for the bear's feet stitched to the bare feet

And when I bare teeth it's karats

Fuck floss, boss up, nigga, be tossed off

A refusal to be refused

Like a motherfucker let loose

Ever been a uzi, 'scuse me (blah)

Two times (blah, blah)

Come up off of everything you got up in the backpack, back that

Give me fifty feet I'll walk a mile, follow

Give me fifty cent I make it rain by tomorrow

Swallowed every pill I'm on a million while you talking

Keeping it one hundred nigga what you really feeling

An age when the odds of a black astronaut were astronomical

We turned whips into spaceships

Found a place in between a nightmare and a dream to build castles, don't mind if they makeshift

Motherfucker we make shit

Revolution's an industry, who the fuck makes it

We can taste it

Bitter like a fizz but I bet you go numb when the bass hit

Born a bass head, it's a birthright

Let it kick and ensnare in the first fight

Grab the mic get the first slice spit a verse like it was life on the line in a hearse right behind her and waiting with doors ajar

Shoot whatever it was sworn I'mma sport the car

And skirt the block and watch for skirts

And cop the gat and rock the ice and freeze the frame and trace the plot

Embrace the end inevitable

Endeavor to get the cheddar

But never amenable

Spit every letter with the tenor of a venerable boss on the backs of millions

I don't look at the cost