Billed Gates Songtext
von AJ Suede

Sometimes you gotta show people how it′s done

I'm planning the route to do what the cartographers do
Nowadays the jesters thinking they philosophers too

Nowadays the extras think they up for Oscars now too
Nowadays the critics friends with studios they review
Tryna grow between these projects so the songs grow with you
Microwaving up those cash grabs ain′t the right thing to do
My success from dedication, most of it comes from you

Others couldn't lose the plot if it was not in their view

From the jump I don't wanna hear ′bout none of those fools
Duke scholar, I don′t wanna go to none of those schools
Cannon fodder, I be smoking on those Pepe LePews
My alma mater Third Ave with the dopest of crews
To be sold so I never paid attention to you
Let the music always be the best extension of you
I zoom out the bigger picture, change the lens and the view


I'm not carried by the roster like Expendables 2
I′m not carried by the label like my shorty's Bagoo
I′m New York without the Timbs but rest in peace to Magoo
They be happy someone made it, they just mad that it's you
They be hoping you might quit so they could laugh when you do
Just surround yourself with those that see the magic in you

Never compromise or settle for who tolerate you
Fools be tryna work an angle but them way too obtuse
I direct, produce, and screenplay every movie I do
Suede God

Yeah
That′s how you do that
That ain't this, that other stuff
Flush that

Life has come and go but I stay the same
Everywhere I travel by the paper plane
Holding money clip, I could still roll a dollar, damn
In atomic heat you gotta pray for rain
Pray for fortress rap shit I was AJ Suede
On them park benches jumping over gates
Jumping on them planes I took a leap of faith
My across the border neighbor Bill Gates