[Verse 1] Step off stage NYC gala glow, name tags, donors I see a mustache, sharp suit, bright sneakers He says, “Mr. President” I say, “Please, Barack is shorter” I’m like, “Son, I hear you’re the mayor Progressive flair, Queens flavor, big prayer” He grins, “It’s Mamdani, sir, big fan, big dreams” I say, “You got big dreams and big spreadsheets” [Verse 2] “I’m a Democrat too Blue tie, gray hair, stayed mostly cool” You say, “Tax the rich till the rent comes down Turn every brownstone to a worker’s crown” I go, “Hold up, champ, I read that draft Those numbers wobble like a newborn calf You squeeze too hard on the golden crowd They buy one-way tickets, they are not that proud” [Chorus] Fuck around and find out That math don’t math the way you shout I tried that trick from the White House couch Fuck around and find out (oh yeah) You raise that bar, they just cash right out I loved that dream, but the dream tapped out Fuck around and find out [Verse 3] Back in my day We had charts so tall they blocked the hallway We said, “Tax that yacht, tax that jet” Rich folks said, “Cool,” then they quietly left You’re like, “Say my name, say the C-word too Come on, Mr. O, just a shout for the crew” I’m like, “Back in my day, that word Got you three hearings and a think piece, sir” [Bridge] [Spoken, mock-serious] Look, Mamdani, I admire the passion You want a revolution with good health insurance and rent control fashion But this is New York Landlords lawyer up faster than cars can honk [Rap] You want free trains, free schools, free pad thai You’re handing out dreams like a sample guy But every free thing needs a fee backstage And your budget looks like it skipped that page [Chorus] Fuck around and find out That math don’t math the way you shout I balanced books while you tweet and pout Fuck around and find out (hey!) You chase that 1%, they just reroute Their zip code vanishes, poof, they’re out Fuck around and find out [Verse 4] He goes, “But sir, just endorse the plan Say my name loud, I’m your biggest stan” I’m like, “Mamdani, Mamdani, calm down, my friend You want a slogan, I want this city to still spend” So tweak that rate, add a phase-out lane Keep a couple billionaires on the 6 train We can lift up the hood, tune the engine, sure But if you slash every tire, it won’t roll anymore [Chorus] Fuck around and find out That math don’t math the way you shout You print big dreams, then the ink runs out Fuck around and find out (oh yeah) So chase that change, but just think it out Or you’ll learn what I learned, standing in this crowd Fuck around and find out
