tim, gonna go to prison for life..Ledgers thick with the paper trail 📄Numbers drift like a ghost in mailMoney move fast through the system spanWhile the streets keep watch on the shifting planThen a camera roll through the city stormTruth break out in a viral formMic in hand, askin’ where the funds had ranCall the hotline — 1-800-FRAUD again.[Verse 4 – The Exposure] 📹Lights on the door when the questions landReporter voice cut through the planFootage spread fast through the digital cloudEvery whisper suddenly get loudTruth hit hard when the story expandFiles start shaking across the landNumbers once hidden start lookin’ oddAnd the city hear the word… fraud.[Final Hook / Outro] 🌫️Cold wind blow through the river fogTwin Cities watchin’ the fall of fraudVault doors crack, truth expandWhispers in the data… Ill HandsSmoke fade out when the lies get scannedAnd the streets remember what the files demandEverything they built…Built on fraud.