Letras
Which way is up, in fact, where am I?
I think I made a little dough and they say I'm fly
But am I? Am I? Yeah!
If I'm so fly, why do I wear this gear?
Clothes don't make the man, it's the other way around
I live by events and I'm still platinum bound
Mistakes were definitely made in the past
Friendship contracts thrown in the trash
Guilt, not enough to tilt the game
Perseverance preserves the frame
Of an unusual talent with gallant views
Mimicked by other crews
The first album attempt gets exempt to royalty
Thirty-eight minus eight and a quarter percent
For taxes, point seven damn cents
Hence, financial failure
Musical uplift, the depression
Didn't result in the draw of a Smith
The production of the LP
Graced by the hands of HD, well appreciated, G
Family bond, loosened and gone
Emotional grief contains memories
Tranquil and calm, future seems to predict
Formed state of being rich, never switch rich
Which way is up?
Which way is up?
Which way is up?
Though I'm story of Monarch, sparks once more
The beginning of a worldwide tour
My show is fine, no props like last time
No visual effects on the rough set
To the bone, I'm ain't portrayin' hard work
Famin' about, chasin' a damn skirt
And if I chase a skirt, it'll be my own
And if not, let me cast the first stone
The blood puddles, paramedics on the double
Production huddles, journalists write rebuttals
The question, is he the best? Is he?
Can't get an interview because he's too busy
No spotlight, only concentratin' on the duckets
Duckets to fill pails and buckets
The chumps are the one, the man who is flowin'
If I get flamed, change the pitch like Ryan Nolan
The undiscovered country's where I'm goin'
Test, you get cancer of the colon
After the comma and the physical trauma