Big Bad Wolf

You see that fancy man
Rollin through in his brand new Benz
Ready to make you fall again
With so much as a felt tip pen
He wears the national dress code
Of a suit n tie, but they won't hide his filthy lies.
So I ask him why do we pay to be alive
Look him in the eyes as he smokes cloves, heart so cold
Says "I'm the big bad wolf in this big bad world,
youre just a little girl. That's the way it is."
So I spit it at em like this
Those expensive shoes won't shine in these city blues
And you ain't got a clue as to what these concrete waves have put us through
Yes we're humble but doesn't mean these streets don't rumble
Yes we're troubled but doesn't mean you'll watch us crumble
earned it with our bare hands
You don't stand a chance, don't give a fuck bout financial stance
Can't even catch a glance
Why of course, I wear red better than your wife's new Porsche
So with no remorse I say please step of my porch
And grab yo jacket, cause you won't be let back in
I tell you this much
faces on the bill aren't for filled
Out to kill
You'll never win without this wealthy grin
go ahead and begin again
on how you're the fancy man,
whose alone in his big ol Benz,
cause he ain't got no friends
And your felt tip pen, only writes on what's paper thin
You won't make us fall again
Im not scared of those big bad wolves
I burn smoother than his clean cut cloves