City Slicker

Some people learn their lesson
Some people are the lesson

Head hunted in my last days at uni
JP Morgan said I was their very own Wayne Rooney
The new recruit, people gravitated to me
Ruthless with the numbers, call me the unruly Rooney
I must confess, this lifestyle kind of threw me
'Cause all of a sudden Saville Row became my second home
And G's and hawks became my Taylor Gang
French cuffs and Windsor collars, all this just to dress a man
Plus my barber's named Diallo, got me looking
Like a couple mil and buyin' two Gallardos
While you were sportin' Jordans, I was buyin' Mr. Hare
What's a train? My LP560 would get me there
One Hyde Park, take the lift to the 6
Five mil on stamp duties, hope you're calculating this
40 G's in one night, I spent that on liquid
White gold on the, I didn't even drink it
I was living the life of a banker
Makin' more than I spent so my wallet never bankrupt
Had tiny temper, passin' out at my 25th
Celebrities and footballers get up on my guest list
Tapped out club provider, party bags by Prada
Models slippin' me their numbers, figure 8's in abundance
I was young, Black and successful, payback to the hateful
Not a thing could go wrong, my money game was too strong
But I spoke too soon and had a car crash
Coincidentally 'round the same time that the stocks crashed
In my heart, I knew Lehman's be the first to go
Graveyard shift, I had to triple up my workload
And I would hit my desk at like 7AM
But couldn't leave until about 11PM
I would skip lunches and ciggie breaks
Migraines from the stress, how much could I really take?
Redundancies hit the firm, the youngest had to go
But nah, not me, I worked too hard for my CEO
The pressure had me making errors and mistakes
I was covering mistakes with more mistakes
Then I met a guy by the name of Quaker
Said he found a glitch in the matrix, a safety loophole
A place undetected by regulators
A way to make that money back and still make that paper
Within months, I was back on top
And if you want, you can call me Mr. Skyscraper
Well, until that day
Yes, that fateful day the fax machine ran out of paper
When I returned, detectives were sittin' at my desk
Said they'd been watching traders and I was next on their list
Judge said I could've brought the bank to its knees
But all I could think about was my beloved Lamborghini keys
Now I'm sittin' in a cell, hearin' news about another trader
Hope Quaker made it out with all his paper
If I could go back in time and change anything
I wouldn't go back in time and change anything

Some people learn their lesson
Some people are the lesson