The Root Of All Evil

Homie I done seen death and came back

So what the fuck you think I'm afraid of

Dis loyal niggas, I see what they made of

And I don't trust a soul but the family

Cause I heard too many people say

they love me when it ain't love

They ain't nothing but snakes in the grass

Me I never trust a cute face and an ass

Cause all these bitches simple, I can see it in they face

How many of these snakes will turn fake for the cash

But careful what you wish for and the karma you creating

Cause money ain't nothing when your life get taken

Ain't nobody bulletproof, the number one mistake

That these motherfuckers make is

Thinking they ain't got replacements

I bet they give up their self respect for the wealth

Don't believe me homie? check for yourself

Cause what makes you think they got respect for you

When these niggas ain't even got respect for they selves

I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz

I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends

Nigga and I'll take my spot back on the couch

Before I'll ever be a slave to the dollar amount

I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz

I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends

Look and I'll take my spot back on the couch

Cause I'll never be a slave to the money I count nigga

I got em' saying where the fuck you at, front to the back

I got em' saying where the fuck you at, where you at, front to the back

Like where the fuck you at, where the fuck you headed nigga

Nah, I don't think you get it nigga

Give a fuck about the money in our bank accounts

Cause it ain't nothing if we dead my nigga

I seen hell, I seen niggas sling their mama dope

I seen niggas fiend for a line of coke

Money make a thirsty chick hop up out her jeans

Do things you only see in your dreams if you got the dough

Yeah, it got these niggas acting strange

They chasing the dollars, they ain't after change

Nah, me and them will never be alike, we'll never be the same

Now I'll never forget where my family came nigga

Y'all ain't got no chain, heard if you ain't balling, you ain't got no name

Fuck the money, cause I'd rather call out like Cobain

With a bullet through my temple, now I got no brains

Like fuck em' and fuck the world, you can have it dawg

Y'all ain't no better, I ain't mad at y'all

Cause I'd rather be buried in my grave

Than live life like a slave

Fuck the money, you can have it all

I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz

I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends

Nigga and I'll take my spot back on the couch

Before I'll ever be a slave to the dollar amount

I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz

I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends

Look and I'll take my spot back on the couch

Cause I'll never be a slave to the money I count nigga

I got em' saying where the fuck you at, front to the back

I got em' saying where the fuck you at, where you at, front to the back

Like where the fuck you at, where the fuck you headed nigga

Nah, I don't think you get it nigga

Give a fuck about the money in our bank accounts

Cause it ain't nothing if we dead my nigga