Letra de Ill-Gotten Gains

Hello there, friend. How the fuck have you been?
I know that it’s been a long while
My soul still ain't sold, even though it’s worth gold
Cos’ I’m holding out for a pile
Every time you meet me, you always greet me
With a smile behind grit teeth
But, man, I ain't fooled. I know the pot is coo,l
But the stove’s still hot beneath
So go ahead and do what you gotta do
That’s 3 for me, and none for you
On my behalf, you’d do the math the same...
But you’ll never get rich from your ill-gotten gains
I wish I knew who I was talking to
But with you, I don't know who to smack
If the roles were reversed, which face would you slap first?
I bet the one that won’t hit you back
The view is nice from my high horse, and I won’t sail a course
Set by a mutineer
Because as quick as you came, you’ll be gone just the same
Just like you were never here...
So go ahead and do what you gotta do
That’s 3 for me, and none for you
On my behalf, you’d do the math the same...
But you’ll never get rich from your ill-gotten gains