They said RICO like it’s some gangster code,
Judge talkin’ loud like he in the mob mode,
But that law’s for the crime bosses on that old street road,
Not a woman grindin’, building dreams, full load.
R-I-C-O’s meant for rackets, mobs on the block,
Organized crime, not honest trades that shock,
You need patterns of crime, fraud, schemes, and talk,
Not a business move or truth that we walk.
Bam! They said she broke the law,
Like she’s in the mob’s crew,
But you misread the code, judge, we telling the truth,
RICO’s for bosses, not regular folks like me,
Yet you spit that word like it’s gospel, like it’s the proof.
They said RICO like it’s some gangster code,
Judge talkin’ loud like he in the mob mode,
But that law’s for the crime bosses on that old street road,
Not a woman grindin’, building dreams, full load.
Judge in the robe trippin’, sliding off the facts,
Calling out a name like it’s mafia contracts,
But federal law’s clear—RICO deals with the tracks,
Of organized crime, not everyday acts.
We’ll keep it clean, keep it sharp, truth in our line,
No gang signs, no crime rings, no patterned design,
Just life stories, culture, purpose by design,
So listen close, judge, don’t twist and misalign.
Rico wasn’t made for folks climbing high,
Solo hustle, dream chase, name in the sky,
You got the meaning wrong — man, you gotta try,
To read the law right before you justify.
They said RICO like it’s some gangster code,
Judge talkin’ loud like he in the mob mode,
But that law’s for the crime bosses on that old street road,
Not a woman thrive and buildin’ — truth explode