Jeff Bezos Video (MV)

I want the racks
I don't flip packs
I just spit facts on the motherf*cking track
Never hear me cappin 'bout a f*cking contract
Bitch, you on a diet, you can't have me, I'm a snack
Pull up on Jeff Bezos and I'll make him pay some tax
The people can't be scrapping over motherf*cking scraps
He started to collapse, then he told me to relax
That's a cheap trick, he gon' stab you in your back
Asshole, why you lying?
You wanna get violent?!
I'm finna send a nuke over to Epstein Island
I told him it's a lil' late for reconciling
I'm bout to pull up on TI for checking his daughter's hymen
I'm a vigilante, I up the ante
Fit so fancy, man my drip's uncanny
I got Bill Gates in my f*cking pantry
I'm bout to eat the rich with fava beans and nice chianti
Moving like Pacino in Carlito's Way
All about my f*cking chips like it's frito lays
Shitting on you must turd dijonaise, relocate
Shout out to my grandma up in east LA
Yeah, she made a couple kings out of frijoles
Dodging bullshit, scream olé
Riding round like De Niro in Casino Days
Coming for my f*cking family had you DOA
Had the whole thing bouncing
I don't f*ck around, yeah you know I paint houses
Waiting for the days I can kick it in my mansion
Had a hundred bitches on my stairs, Ted Danson
I don't f*ck around, yeah, take no chances
Pussy Sharon Tate, and my last name Manson
I don't f*ck twice, yeah no romancing
Had your bitch singing at the opera, she a phantom
Lemme speak!
I've done held back for too long
I'm a force with these thoughts they be coming on strong
Break you jaw with this lyrical impact
Talk about the best, well brotha I been that
In fact I been black
A black boy born from black matter
Formulates a man from biochemical data
Blueprints reveal original individual
From pre-analog post digital
Era of the miracles
Searing ya
Heat you can't fathom
You dissipate from the incineration of atom
Latom
Pack more kick then Jason Statham
Or van dam or Wong Kei Ying up in the battle
G's move in silence and my shit's low shadow
Composure bugs babies cause I can't be rattled
Man of few words never been the type to tattle
Since snitches get stitches like batters get pitches
Like like rappers get witches
I just swing for the fence and let these woman be vicious
Let life be delicious, feel like Ulysses
The way the world conspires to grant my wishes
Float and never sink like I can't do dishes
I be in the business of minding my business
Still likely to listen to all of my homies who speak on a vision
Perform for the mission, stay wise for the children
Provide for the living and ride for the billions
Won't die for a pension
What's mine's not for giving
How I'm kinda feeling
If I'm not forgiven
Was my own decision