Lyrics

Yo, it’s Big Don, back in the booth,
No handouts here, just cold, hard truth.
Cutting the fat, slashin’ the poor,
Y’all want a free ride? Nah, not anymore.

Pulled up with tax cuts, rich gettin’ stacked,
Trickle-down? Nah, but that’s just the fact.
Food stamps? Gone. Medicaid too,
Get off your ass, do what you do.

Border locked tight, jobs stayin’ here,
If you ain’t workin’, then live in fear.
Ain’t my fault that rent too high,
You should’ve worked, don’t sit and cry.

Welfare leeches, system bleeds,
I build towers while you beg on your knees.
Stock market boomin’, GDP flies,
If you ain’t eatin’, well cry to the skies.

Inflation? Nah, just hustle more,
I flip billions, you stay poor.
They say I don’t care—man, I don’t,
You voted me in, now watch me gloat.