[Intro: spoken, smooth confident male MC, a calculator tape rips] April fourteenth. Eleven p.m. Line's out the door. Let's work [Verse 1: smooth confident male MC, deep in the pocket] Nineteen, I was rappin' in a basement, and my Uncle Ronnie doubted Said, "Get real, go be an accountant," so I said, "Bet," and then I counted Twenty years of ledgers, and a corner office with a view Of the same street where you laughed at me, now you're standin' in my queue Schedule C, Schedule E, I can flow 'em in my sleep Depreciate a pickup so fast that revenue agents weep I'm the only man in town who can freestyle and reconcile Turn your worst year into a refund, and I do it with a smile [Hook: smooth confident male MC] You wrote me off at nineteen, so I wrote it off Every laugh and every slammed door, that's a business cost You wrote me off in public, and I wrote it off Now you're standin' at my desk in April with a shoebox, lost [Verse 2: smooth confident male MC, colder] Here come Uncle Ronnie with a shoebox full of gas receipts Coach Hargrove with a cash-only lawn hustle, sweatin' in his seat My ex from senior prom, who said I'd never be a catch Now her husband's boat is in the shop, and she wants me to patch it Every one of 'em said "nothin'," every one of 'em said "quit" Now they sit across my desk and pray I find a loophole in it I could tell 'em what they owe and watch 'em melt into the chair I could stretch it out for fun, just let the silence sit there But I'm a pro, so I save 'em money, every single cent And every check they write me is an apology they meant [Hook: smooth confident male MC] You wrote me off at nineteen, so I wrote it off Every laugh and every slammed door, that's a business cost You wrote me off in public, and I wrote it off Now you're standin' at my desk in April with a shoebox, lost [Verse 3: smooth confident male MC, slow grin] Eleven fifty-nine, April fifteenth, now I'm doin' mine One last form for me, and I sign it on the line Filing status: grown. Occupation: told you so Then I hit the box for "dependents" and I let the pen go Uncle Ronnie, Coach Hargrove, my ex and her husband's boat Every April they depend on me, so I claimed 'em, that's the quote Nah, I'm playin'. I'm a pro, and I file it straight and clean But in my head I claimed 'em all. Best refund I've ever seen [Bridge: the upright bass walks up alone into the hook] [Final Hook: smooth confident male MC, the drums land on the one] You wrote me off at nineteen, now I'm claimin' you Every laugh and every slammed door, I depreciated too You wrote me off in public, and I wrote it off Now you're standin' at my desk in April with a shoebox, lost [Outro: spoken, smooth confident male MC] Next. Bring the whole box [End]
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