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letra de accountant rap - sam o'nella

[verse 1]
they say the modern life is as hard as can be
growin’ up in the bronx, i’d be inclined to agree
but i got cash for weeks, i ain’t buried in debt
’cause i’m the pimpinest accountant that you ever met

[verse 2]
the man, the myth, the ledger, as i’m known on the street
i got math in my head and thirty hoes at my feet
i roll out in a prius with some doped out rims
i’m savin’ up on mpg while i’m gettin’ some trim
[verse 3]
i can empty a gat while fillin’ out your 1040
i can enter your data while i’m bangin’ your shawty
’cause i’m a master of sk!lls, both hood and arithmetics
if you need a calculator then you’re f-ckin’ pathetic

[verse 4]
now i don’t mean to provoke, i don’t mean to curse
but like my portfolio, i keep my language diverse
i got a sour face, ’cause my tongue is so acidic
i got jehovah’s grace, who’dve guessed i was hasidic?

[verse 5]
the art of day trading’s like a keyboard to my eyes
’cause whenever there’s a shift, i can capitalize
what you make in your life, i handle more in a day
all you do is sit and age like you 401k

[verse 6]
my wife is forty nine and she’s only getting bigger
she’s called ‘the forty niner’ cause she’s a gold digger
of course i got a prenup, i can’t stand to be around her
got the b-tches linin’ up, that’s why they call me a bean counter

[verse 7]
i get ’em hot in seconds like a key to the ignition
yes, i give ‘pencil pusher’ a whole new definition
but i’m keepin’ it low, i got no need to holler
’cause i got more flow than the american dollar
[verse 8]
bet you think you’re renowned, like you can imitate
b-tch, i’ll bring the house down like it was 2008
this ain’t insurance fraud, it’s a natural burn
yes, every firm is awed by my rate of return

[verse 9]
’cause i got more fire than the vietnam war
i got you bpm higher than your credit score
make you blood pressure spike like it’s a volatile market
hold this joint venture like i got my lighter to spark it

[verse 10]
give me your best, and watch how quickly i outclass it
you better clench, boy, or you might liquidate your assets
i got finance and fame, keepin’ tracks while i make ’em
i own the rap game, keepin’ records while i break ’em

[verse 11]
so you best drop your act or you’re gonna need a suture
better take your mask off or i’ll mortgage you future
you’re mathematically worse, that’s why you’ll never amount
yes, i’m the only g for which you’ll never account

- sam onella

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