When I was just a boy, my momma asked me this
"What you wanna be when you grow up? "
I said, "A big philanthropist"
With data as my oil and illness as my business
With guns as my retirement and war as my mistress
I'm gonna be an oligarch with a whole bunch of rockets
I'd keep them two sides fighting, and I'd empty both their pockets
And if I got bored or money weary
I'd try my hand in dabbling and social engineering
And I'm gonna be a billionaire with a big foundation
We used to rule in shadows, but I'd come right out and I'd rule the nation
I'm gonna do all my own laundry in a third-world nation state
Experiment with the locals like some philanthropic saint


And I'd never make a cure, no, I'd get ya a trеatment plan
You can die in slow installments, and I'll bleed you whilе I can
And I'll travel around the planet in a big ol' mystery jet
What I did would be my business, and what you did, I would collect
If I were a philanthropist just running around
Philanthropistin', not a whole lot of help, just for myself
But I gotta make it look convincing, oh!