He come to me with money in his hand. He offered me, I didn't ask him. I wasn't knocking someone's door down, I was running from that. When I got out, I was in that. I was already through that, I had that. I had the studio, I went to the studio. I went to Vox Studios. I had it all, and I looked at it and said, 'This is a bigger jail than I just got out of.' I don't want to take my time going to work. I got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag. And ten or fifteen girls. What the hell I wanna go off into - and go to work for? Work for what, money? I got all the money in the world. I'm the king, man. I run the underworld, guy. I decide who does what and where they do it at. What am I, gonna run around and act like I'm some teenybopper somewhere, for somebody else's money? I make the money, man, I roll the nickels. The game is mine. I deal the cards.
—from Beware, a song by Death Grips
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