[Verse 1: A-Plus, Tajai, Phesto, Opio]
Hmm, I could give a damn about you and your crew
Everybody's fronting, ain't nobody being true to
The things they say, they say (Man, I understand)
And (I got a plan for improvement...)
But you gets the finger and I bring an attitude with me 'cause brothers that I know be acting shifty
Let me be me and I'll let you be you but why talk about me if it's not me that you're talking to
Let's make it clear, you do not know me so skip "How ya living", "How ya feel, bro G"
To me, that's phony, asking if my shit's dropping
The kids stop when they start to get they lips popped
They say I forgot 'em but I ain't seen 'em in four years
(You always had my number)
So step with your poor tears and what about blessings?
(Plus is my man!)
You need to stop it, screw the doers of rumors 'cause you nerds never profit

[Chorus: A-Plus]
Tell me who profits? You got beat 'cause you like to gossip
Tell me who profits? You got beat 'cause you like to gossip

[Verse 2: Phesto & Opio]
In school, I never used to raise my hand in class (Hell nah)
I always knew the teachers hand a passing grade to me
In the back, relax 'cause they wasn't kickin' facts
In facts, I never learned math
I can fool with the school system
They take facts and twist 'em into knots, right up the blocks a spot to get a 40
Around the corner, get cracks
Perhaps, these is traps to keep us tapped
Saps can buy gats with flat-tipped bullet caps
In the locker room with no hassle and assholes sell cracks in sacks to class-foes & friends
'Cause the mass goes with the trend
My friend, the n***as makin' ends is livin' illegal
That's the way to get phat and then we will
Get stacks of cash, forget class, yeah
That's the way to go, I'm out to get dough
Dough? The education to get you further than murder and drugs with thugs
You're better off being a nerd
That's absurd, life don't mean nothin' without fat pockets
That's the only way to get paid, you tell me who profits
[Chorus: Phesto & Opio]
Tell me who profits?
I'll have G's
But you'll get shot, kid!
Tell me who profits?
I'll have G's
But you'll get shot, dick!

[Verse 3: Tajai]
Huh, ya gotta wonder why n***as plunder, kill
Have ya torn asunder
'Cause I'ma build and fill a glass pipe full of crack
And black men's pockets be phat, a little
Let's whittle the way to the core now
Ya packin' a Glock, mackin' the block, fight with the cops
Well, who ya takin' the risk for?
A kingpin swingin' with the president
Greasin' 'em up & givin' 'em papes for drugs in the States
Have ya dodgin' n***as and caps
He's with George & Clarence digging golf balls out of sand traps
He's never seen Frisco or Oakland
He got a glimpse of New York when he went to see the opera (ahhhhhh!)
He's seventy-six, getting senile
If we live past 24, we're due for a stay in the penile
So see now, we polish our Berettas
But there's no boats or 'caine fields nowhere in the ghetto
Yo!
[Chorus: Tajai]
Tell me who profits?
DC got schemes, and we ain't got spit, huh
Tell me who profits?
DC got schemes, and we ain't got spit, yo
Tell me who profits?
DC got schemes, and we ain't got spit
Tell me who profits?
DC got schemes, and we ain't got spit, damn