When The People Cheer (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Modesty Lycan & Greg Porn)

Lights, camera, chemical reaction Attracted to a body of lies with fat asses Thank the Most High for the high of high fashion My art of war is killer couture, denim assassin Verse 1: Greg Porn Am I, am I a douchebag or just another du-rag Tryin' get ahead on some brand new wave shit For your entertainment, money is the language So every time I speak, I'm tryna make another payment I do 'em dirty, sleep and get a dirt nap That works, 'til my P.O. ask me where I work at Think I would learned that sleeping in the bird trap Living on the run like somebody tryin' burn fat I don't give a fuck, now maybe that's abstinence Or the arrogance of someone who ain't got shit That think money over bitches is a stock tip Tip, tip, tip, tip Hook: Modesty Lycan I live in a trap where things go crack Wake up in the box with a box of Apple Jacks Everybody acts like God is all that But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back So I got an angel that answer my prayer Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air Nobody wins, but nobody cares They just want blood when the people cheer Verse 2: Black Thought I'm down to 95 dollars, that's the extent of my riches Out of 99 problems, 98 of 'em is bitches Out here hollerin', what's ironic is I've honestly been tryna do what's right But some jawn legs in the air tonight like Phil Collins I'm a sex-addicted introvert, sucker for a pencil skirt Looking for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervert On my existential grind doing consequential dirt Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go mental first Molly poppin', trolley hoppin', know somebody prolly watchin' That ain't stoppin' me from coppin' a feel, karate choppin' In this after-hours spot, watching mommy body rockin' First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Johnnie Cochran Livin' fast, drinkin' Capt', one of them hoes even had The audacity ask me how long this thing would last I said, You wanna pay for class Get on that stage and shake your ass She keep a dick in a box in an emergency, break the glass I make her laugh, she makes it clap And then she gives me lap dances and I'm thankful that She keeps providing the place for me to be unfaithful at Be unfaithful at, be unfaithful at, be unfaithful at Hook: Modesty Lycan I live in a trap where things go crack Wake up in the box with a box of Apple Jacks Everybody acts like God is all that But I got the feelin' he ain't never coming back So I got an angel that answer my prayer Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air Nobody wins, but nobody cares They just want blood when the people cheer