My conscious would speak to me a lot of times
When I was busy starching up my white collar crimes
The blueprint follow mines, nikka we can go settle it
I got banks in Switzerland and hoes in the Netherlands
That specialize in offshore accounts and embezzlement
So if your dough get tapped, you know where the hell it went
You funny nikkas best be going, the dope specialist
Did more pedalling than Greg Lemond
And you ain't tryna see none of that, a wild thundercat
Tryna outrun my past life when I was coming back
And now I kneel and both palms together
Looking for answers and Proverbs, Psalms, whatever
And when my soul burns in hell, to myself I owe it
Cause money, sex and power was the motive, for real
Phonte Coleman my GOAT EMCEE