Lyrics:
money, it ain't about nothin'
It's all about money
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Always on the grind
(This one goes to my bitches gettin'
money it ain't about nothin'
It's all about money
This one goes to my niggas gettin' money
Always on the grind
This one goes to my bitches gettin'
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on,
that been there knows
Like a piece of your soul's been stolen I know
Main line, PC's federal uh-oh and all my jay cats are in the hole away from me
Goes
and stay out the way out of federal attention
Man think they're bad but really don't know how far badnis goes
Man hold the meds in the bush dressed up
graduated
Hoping to go to Vatterott
Remember Juneteenth
This a history lesson
This the land of the free
But we trapped up in they system
We know all
fight tho
Acting like some heathens
On the corner feigning
Sell it too our people
The cycle goes on next family fighting demons
I seen it
Man I'm fearing
an African genotype
The flesh of Rock 'n' Roll and Disco
Was Micheal Jackson's skin tone
Until he Bleached it
It all goes to show that Blackness is Soul
our homes at only 20%
1.8 trillion dollars
That's facts
That's four commas
Facts
In buying power
So you mean, when I spend my money it goes where?
If
an African genotype
The flesh of Rock 'n' Roll and Disco
Was Micheal Jackson's skin tone
Until he Bleached it
It all goes to show that Blackness is Soul
the story goes
Critics never give the credit legends know the difference though
That's why I stand toe to toe with anyone they calling goat
Did it for my team
and doing time
Can't ignore it, smack dab border war
As the beat goes on, words flowed on
I caught the law pyramids, Machu Picchu
Things they don't teach you
and stay out the way out of federal attention
Man think they're bad but really don't know how far badnis goes
Man hold the meds in the bush dressed up
end and dip nigga that's just how it goes
We focus on the legacy and accolades
You only worry bout the hoes
I need the Benz for the room
I'ma drive it
It's Juneteenth and all across my news feed
Is people talkin' how the cops murdered Eric
And I can't stand that shit
How our tax dollars go for
Hit my solid I make you coma
Prima volta, we felt it over
Shut the glass had
a scent of fogo
Can't get sober show must
be goes on, be goes on
Cold
and local, federal, they're really bleeding you dry
Yeah that's how it goes, yeah that's how it goes
Didn't anybody ever tell you so? By now you ought to know
don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation
And the corporate banks
They send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
Bury
know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation
And the corporate banks
They send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
Bury my
to thank
Don't stand between the reservation
And the corporate bank
They're sending federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
Bury my heart
Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank
They're sending federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
our backs
These cats obtained control within the Federal Reserve Act
1913, Woodrow Wilson
He sold our country out to those within
Privately owned banks
goes wild.
21 guns, box made of pine, letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered Federal Express on your mother's doorstep.
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start
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