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Stalin - Upper Class Still able to jump on my plane, take off like my investments do despressions loose in the world but fortunes leave me recession proof less stress than u cuz I dont have the problems like you do writin huge checks for intuition at my kids private school I always strive to do more than you can ever imagine debts a factor for most but I chose to be better than average Collect classic cars and bentleys, usually the rarities People dont help themselves, so I refuse to donate to charities My wifes got huge closests of clothes and only the nicest jewels Daily deposits in me bank, I see so many $'s, its like its plural priceless murals cover my walls, bought 2 cars for my mother in law But I never see my middle class siblings, like Ive got no brother at all gettin richer 7 numbers in my bank accounts like phone digits my estates very large, plus I'm able to carry cards wit no limits vacation homes where I take it slow and breathe in the fresh air Life's a struggle for some but the futures gonna become my best years...
Chain - Middle Class To stay in charge of everything I played my cards aggressively I raised my daughter pressure free, but paid the cost excessively Paying off the car note but my savings are in jeopardy My mortgage is a demon that is raping all my cheddar trees The IRS is vexed, made me hate my Volvo’s leather seats I can not afford it, and my neighbors bought a S.U.V Wal-Mart shit replaced the stake and lobster recipes IKEA discount, but I say the carpet’s Lebanese Stressing at the office, they laying off a lot of peeps Que Sera Sera, I just pray to God they let us eat No Aruba this year ‘cause they are charging hefty fees For filing all my taxes late, won’t break me off some extra g’s Man, I need the paper, a wake up call won’t heal this I need a membership to a Mason lodge with millions Where all those fucking bankers rocking David stars are chillin’ Directing these recessions while they’re taking on civilians...
Calibra - Lower Class Had little or none to start with, I treasure my breath Severed by debt, banks came and took whatever I left Time is money, so I ain't have a second to vent Depression instead from hard times the recession cements Learnt a lesson I guess, but how can they sleep at night? When the ground's freezin' and I've no where to sleep at night I need a knife, to cut my throat not carve out a pizza slice Ain't lead a decent life, taken more blows than a Kiefer fight Tortured like Sutherland, im 24 and the Reaper's due My reality brings more shocks to the system than Pikachu Wish I could eat some food or own a Jeep to cruise My only transport consists of usin' feet and shoes One plus, no bills and letters for me to coast through No home, so I ain't got an address that they can post to In dire straits, don't have the priviledges that most do On Sunday, I pray for help, you keep enjoyin' all that roast food!
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