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Who Profits? When shit blow up, I don’t look at the flames I look at the hands tryna profit from pain I look at the silence, the smiles, the spin Who got hit in the open, who cashed the fuck in? Street rules taught me keep watch when it crack Who fell to the floor, who came out intact Same code, new stage, same lie, new face Same wolves at the table, just a different fucked-up place On the block when shit go left, first thing is who got paid Which motherfucker got low, got quiet, came out unscathed Same damn question for these suits when the whole world crack Who got richer off the rubble, who got power off the ash In the streets, a setup start with whispers and a grin At the top, it start with briefings and a polished-ass spin One snake poison one crew, let the whole circle rot One state sell fear to millions, let the whole world watch that shit Who profits? That’s the code, that’s the question in the street Which motherfucker got stronger, got fed off defeat Same wolves, bigger offices, same hunger, new disguise Same setup as the corner, just with flags and fuckin’ neckties Corner boys start beef when they hungry for a strip Big motherfuckers start wars when they hungry for a grip One fight over turf, one fight over trade But both count bodies last and count profit first made Street law taught me this: when the smoke clear, look around See which motherfucker eatin’ while the rest sink down Same game, different scale, same filth, different speech One hustler sell work, one hustler sell grief and call it slick shit Who profits? That’s the code, that’s the question in the street Which motherfucker got stronger, got fed off defeat Same wolves, bigger offices, same hunger, new disguise Same setup as the corner, just with flags and fuckin’ neckties Drug money in the alley, blood money in the bank One hide it in a mattress, one hide it in a rank One send a hitter through the back, hood low, real slick One send a story through the press, same setup, same trick On the block they divide crews, make brothers turn suspect At the top they divide nations, then they cash the damn check One rumor break a gang, one headline break a land But both came from a snake-ass motherfucker with profit in his hand Who profits? Who vanished? Who signed off? Who planned it? On the block, when shit go left, first thing is who got paid Which motherfucker got low, got quiet, came out unscathed Same damn question for these suits when the whole world crack Who got richer off the rubble, who got power off the ash In the streets, a setup start with whispers and a grin At the top, it start with briefings and a polished-ass spin One snake poison one crew, let the whole circle rot One state sell fear to millions, let the whole world watch that shit Who profits? That’s the code, that’s the question in the street Which motherfucker got stronger, got fed off defeat Same wolves, bigger offices, same hunger, new disguise Same setup as the corner, just with flags and fuckin’ neckties In the hood, if the blood spill and one man level up Everybody know the math, everybody know what’s up So why when it’s the powerful, they act like we can’t ask? Same motive, bigger building, same devil, different mask I learned more from the curb than a thousand news clips Watch the hands, watch the pockets, watch the sudden power shifts ’Cause a hustler and a tyrant both smile when you bleed One call it street survival, one call it national need