rich people don't look down
they don't have to
if they look away from the cheese
they lose value

yall money hoard so your funds are stored
the clumsy poor hug the floor like an underscore

cause their lifeline's a broken bungie cord
if they survive the fall
they gon be limping when they try to ball

that's easy layups they betting that you gave up
jump off the bench and tape up you'll never get your pay up
plus

you looking motionless, painful jolt, voltages, broken ribs
sending ya condolences to somebody who notices

cuz only chips avert the gaze
they hold the script when the curtain's raised
revolted at the oath of what the burden weighs

urban gardens and urban graves coexist
and coalesce in hopelessness

money keeps the posture upright
and keeps your body uptight
and keeps your butt-cheeks clenched
cuz your achievements

deserve special treatment
when confronted with suffering
just pay to not see it
for comfort you can sleep wit

Sealy posture-pedic filled with
Gs, C notes
these folks don't even go to sleep
broke, nope

money's not an issue when the money's in your tissues
the punishment you sit through is what money makes us men do

money's kinda funny cuz the money can be misused
while rich dudes willfully choose to don ripped shoes

we drive through the styx empty pockets
at the outlet for outfits
when we should be chatting with accountants

so hold on to your pounds and quid
and teach the kids

rich people don't look down down
and they ultimately fail to see see

all their surplus cents fall into our grips
ain't no balancing the scales til all of thems tipped