Bank Account Fumble

Verse

Yo, I’m flexin’ like a titan while you sittin’ on the sidelines,

Pockets lookin' skinny, bro, you 'bout to feel the crisis lines,

Ain’t no hustle in your struggle, you an economic fumble,

While I’m stackin’ paper, you still searchin' through the rubble.

Got my stacks crazy high, like I just hit the jackpot,

You a broke joke, all your dreams like a flat spot,

Minimum wage? Nah, I’m out here breakin’ ceilings,

While you still waitin’ for the boss to show you some feelings.

Chorus

Bank account fumble, man, you livin' in a bubble,

While I’m stackin’ hundreds, you just tryna keep it subtle.

Wage growth stagnant, you ain't even a fraction,

I’m out here cashin’ checks while you stare at distractions.

Verse

You think you tough? Man, you soft as hell,

Like a corporate puppet, trapped inside the capitalist cell,

Income inequality got you feelin’ all low,

I’m breakin’ bread, while you beggin' for some dough.

You a thrift shop hustler, I’m the king of the street,

Livin’ rent free in your mind like a prime real estate feat,

You claim you got the grind, but I’m laughin’ at your flaws,

You a fade-out loser, tryna flex with no cause.

Chorus

Bank account fumble, man, you livin' in a bubble,

While I’m stackin’ hundreds, you just tryna keep it subtle.

Wage growth stagnant, you ain't even a fraction,

I’m out here cashin’ checks while you stare at distractions.

Verse

Yo, check your pockets, they echo like a canyon,

While I cash in dividends, like a corporate champion,

Trade war got ya slippin’, tariffs hittin’ hard,

But I’m breezin’ through the game like a hustler on guard.

Your policies weak, man, like your weak-minded flow,

While I’m gripin’ the mic, lettin’ everybody know,

You a victim of the system, got no game to display,

I’m a savage on the rise, and you just fade away.

Chorus

Bank account fumble, man, you livin' in a bubble,

While I’m stackin’ hundreds, you just tryna keep it subtle.

Wage growth stagnant, you ain't even a fraction,

I’m out here cashin’ checks while you stare at distractions.

Outro

So step back, son, take a lesson in this life,

I’m the general, and you just a minion in the strife,

You can call yourself a player, but you ain't in my league,

I’ll keep grindin' while you cry 'bout your broken intrigue.