To strike your pain To strike your pain To strike your pain Living insane Stuck on the brain Feeling of things Digging for change Beggin' for rain Questioning legitimacy When the system isn't made for When the system isn't made for what the fuck you paid for? Ah, When the system isn't made for When the system isn't made for what the fuck you paid for? Milk and honey Choose company like loving money Love spend some paper to run it, love Your country crash out from front No dummy Country crash out from front No dummy Some ran, some hid, some slid on they stomachs Pockets full of policy slips talking first week numbers It's a racket but we play the dozens Outcome duwatches, the rats get to running Money scab out making pockets and mattresses You have to mind the gunning Cutting Kaepernick loose knowing he not winning nothing Know how to push the button Not winning nothing, nah Hold up cousin We are the clown now don't you push my button County crash out I'm not the one 'cause it's City Cleo I'm not your little cousin The country pop out, I'm bound to pull the money To strike your pain Living insane Stuck on the brain thinking for things Stuck onthe brain begging for things Questioning legitimacy Like who was really checking for me? Ain't nobody wasn't born with a goal Mask and a bullet to the wooly to the woozy Pulling all on my heartstrings On their knees 'cause they know that they harm me Offering money cause you owe an apology But that could never really make it up to me He really done being so selfish Got me worried about another baby mama kid Uncle Sam, if it is what it really is Then I'ma mind my business like I say I did He really done been so selfish Got me worried about the government deficit In the end if it is what it really is Then I'ma mind my business like I say I did When the system isn't made for When the system isn't made for what the fuck you paid for? When the system isn't made for When the system isn't made for what the fuck you paid for?