Dumb Broker

[Intro]

[Verse 1: The Walkman]
Walker
I'm not big on dragging it out
My wealth isn't worth bragging about
Not even close if you add an account
Actually, it's almost a tacky amount
Five more cents ingested through the mouth
Would leave me with a sum that's irrelevant to count
Ouch!
And I hail from the deep south, STL
And my room says "keep out"
So just write that down as my address
K-E-E-P out
Keep the peace, please
And you can eat these nuts as a tasty snack
But without balls, rap wouldn't take me back
That's like giving Dwayne Wade a job
When he's slow as hell and his fader is off
Cause all I'm about is gall
Ever since I gave it all, the Walk ways
Y'all all wanna ball like Pau Gasol
But when I sent the call that y'all all evaded
No explanations, y'all all can save it
When I make it, you deserve shit
When I die in a high-rise over you, bitch

[Outro]