Rule #47: Don't Trust a Man Wearing a Suit Better Than Your Own

West Coast Rap, Beat, Hardcore Gangster Rap

(Chorus)
Don’t trust a man in a suit better than your own,
He’ll take your latinum, and leave you destitute and all alone.
He looks like The Man, but he's hiding what’s inside,
Don’t trust a man whose wardrobe lets him hide.

(Verse 2)
His cufflinks shine, his shoes are bright, his pockets lined with greed,
He’ll shake your hand, his dapper appearenc makes him hard to read.
Beware the polished jacket and the tie that’s tied just right,
The richer that his clothing is, the darker his insight.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
He’ll flash his wealth, he’ll flaunt his gains, to make you feel so small,
But the richest ones don’t get that way by playing fair at all.
They’ve mastered every loophole, they bend and break all the rules,
They wear that suit to trick you, ‘cause they think your a fool.

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)
The ultra-wealthy climb their way through shadows and deceit,
They didn’t rise by being kind, but by those they’d defeat.
So when they’re looking shrewd, remember what’s behind,
A heart of cold ambition, the sharp, relentless kind.

(Chorus)

(Verse 5)
The suit he wears is not just wealth, it's proof of how he plays,
He’s smarter and more ruthless in a hundred different ways.
If his jacket shines, it’s just a sign he’s beaten many more,
He’ll take you down without a sound and leave you on the floor.

(Bridge)
It’s not the fabric, it’s the game he plays,
He’ll leave you broke in a thousand ways.
So check his cut, and check the fit,
If it’s too sharp, don’t fall for it!

(Chorus)

(Outro)
So when you’re making deals, just remember 47!
Don’t trust a man in a suit that’s better than your own.
He’ll turn your fortune into dust, and hide out on his very own moon.

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(Verse 1) He walks in with a smile, and his suit is clean and fine, But underneath that fabric, there's more than meets the eye. He’ll charm you with his words, and deals that seem so sweet, But trust me, friend, the man inside, is not the one you meet. (Chorus) Don’t trust a man in a suit better than your own, He’ll take your latinum, and leave you destitute and all alone. He looks like The Man, but he's hiding what’s inside, Don’t trust a man whose wardrobe lets him hide. (Verse 2) His cufflinks shine, his shoes are bright, his pockets lined with greed, He’ll shake your hand, his dapper appearenc makes him hard to read. Beware the polished jacket and the tie that’s tied just right, The richer that his clothing is, the darker his insight. (Chorus) (Verse 3) He’ll flash his wealth, he’ll flaunt his gains, to make you feel so small, But the richest ones don’t get that way by playing fair at all. They’ve mastered every loophole, they bend and break all the rules, They wear that suit to trick you, ‘cause they think your a fool. (Chorus) (Verse 4) The ultra-wealthy climb their way through shadows and deceit, They didn’t rise by being kind, but by those they’d defeat. So when they’re looking shrewd, remember what’s behind, A heart of cold ambition, the sharp, relentless kind. (Chorus) (Verse 5) The suit he wears is not just wealth, it's proof of how he plays, He’s smarter and more ruthless in a hundred different ways. If his jacket shines, it’s just a sign he’s beaten many more, He’ll take you down without a sound and leave you on the floor. (Bridge) It’s not the fabric, it’s the game he plays, He’ll leave you broke in a thousand ways. So check his cut, and check the fit, If it’s too sharp, don’t fall for it! (Chorus) (Outro) So when you’re making deals, just remember 47! Don’t trust a man in a suit that’s better than your own. He’ll turn your fortune into dust, and hide out on his very own moon.

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