The Root of Your Evil
I gotta get that money.
I gotta get that green.
I gotta get that paper by any means.
I mean so what
if I sell dope to the kids and move that good to them fiends.
But that fiend is a mama that lives down the street
her kids can’t eat no lights no sleep
Clothes filled with holes
but so
what that gotta do with you?
You gotta get that money
that green
that paper by any means.
Life out here with no cash is a joke
Ain’t shit funny about being broke.
People look at you funny and talk to you like you a dummy so
You gotta get that money you gotta get that green you gotta get that paper by any means
It’s necessary for you to do whatever it takes
don’t matter the stakes
You’d gladly sell your soul for the right amount of gold.
You’ve let money warp your mind you abandon your family and the man you could be
you can’t even see your blind because of the dollar bill signs.
Everybody wants to be a d-boi
Who wants to be a man and take a stand and demand
that their lust for money won’t consume their being
and become the source of their happiness and basis for peace?