I’m underground, beneath the concrete like the sewers;
These women are so fake, I see directly through her.
These rules apply to the men too, with their treachery;
Understand you won’t stop God from blessing me.
I’m ready to swing on anyone and knock them out flat;
My fists make an impact like running into steel bars, you rat.
Racks only make more racks, that’s a fact,
Investments are what will put you on top.
I’m dropping some brief financial knowledge;
Mental slavery needs to be abolished.
The creative process is daunting and demanding,
But it leads to a positive path of deeper understanding.
Tearing apart all of these fraudulent writers, only the real survive;
Selling books is all about running a smooth enterprise.
I work like I haven’t eaten a meal in five years,
I can expose the depths of your deepest fears.
I forgive myself everyday because we all make mistakes,
I push forward and ask for God’s grace.
When the rain pours down it makes me cosmic,
I touched the moon, and gave every word polish.
I’m a connected man, successful made mogul;
Even when I was down and out, I was incredibly hopeful.
I felt successful before the success arrived,
My soul derives from the illest tribe.
Haters try their best to infiltrate and connive,
But I’m a wise guy like Joe Pesci; future winner of the Nobel Prize.
I could jump into the pool and come out dry;
My style is tight like your necktie.
Applying pressure–my words have a refined texture,
I prefer to speak the truth, instead of living in conjecture.
Life has a funny way of working out when you’re disciplined,
I remisnice on the good, bad, ugly, and even my greatest sins.