Money
Verse 1
Make the money
Don't let it make you, regulate replace you
Leads to envy and enemies to enrage you
To become more hostile in your pathway to the top
Fast paper to feel hot
Or the richest man on the block
It ain't easy being ruthless, being a determined nuisance, to flash the gwop, invest in stocks, but to the elites you're still clueless, Illuminated under the money we all seeing that visions useless, for long term planning ahead but for now may appear exclusive
To chase figures fat loot to drive the new whips
Not a 9/5, the high life for the masses to be influenced in
Rhyme living, find wisdom, to get cash chillin
Draw it, sport it, be an artist or athlete constantly winning
Or be a church slave, give your life to it and somehow give most of your tithe to it, yeah they quite persistent
And whilst you hopping on the bus, that shit ain't no fuss, cause the preacher just driving that lease directly in the mud, hit the face didn't it?
Quoting Timothy like a hypocrite, it's riveting, in your raps, you brag, how you fund stack, all that material shit, ain't worth a tad, attracting gold digging traps, best you ever had?, once the fun stops you feel sad
Turn into a killer in your chase to become a winner
Idolising billionaires could make your own thought dimmer , ever been so broke in the grind even your sleep was your dinner, dreaming for figures but the bank accounts looking kinda thinner

Verse 2
Enough of preaching
Here for words with meaning
To build your dream
And stash your cream
You might need
Some heavy scheming
Maybe a positive light to cash right, less of leading people astray in these dark nights where heat is your guide to doe or die
I'm considerate but the fakers chasing the queens face you ain't seen a waist or plain body like queen Elizabeth
Don't copy the others now
See you mixing with the wrong crowds, he who laughs last doesn't make his salary scream loud
See money makes the world go, but one think makes it tick, if you ain't got power then your chase of money won't ever mean shit
Cause it's hard to retain than it is to attain it, refrain from being a money crazed kid, cause regardless of the chase when you gone the money remains the same shit
It's still lusted for like pussy, fame and cars
It pains to get paid eventually you'll see them fuckin scars
Much like Cole I wanted to be rich, a veneno with a nice set of tints
From the American stand point you need sense to make change, but to gain pounds in weight you push will always feel insane
From the get go the mindset was to provide for my family, by any means think rapid to be financially free
And when the debtors hit I break bread and split, fuck the gimmicks, nothing limits, success in its part to living large, but see dawg we all have our destined days
But love of money won't stop me from ever losing my way
Of living again fam