Lyrics:
the tree
How much money from the Holy See?
Take me out the cemetary, gimme a new sacred house
Faces looking monetary, bury me then thereabouts
Baby this
they toss it
In the river
They don't see a body
They see monetary figures
Most definitely from the lack of sleep
In the back of the jeep
We would
the fame or monetary gain
I'm just trynna build myself a life that I can proudly claim
And I feel like I hit a point where I can't stay in one lane
Popping
thing that'll free us, a paycheck and a Prius
A mortgage sure to help you with your monetary shortage
I be the tortoise when it comes to chasing dreams
When I pay my taxes every year and still get richer
Yeah you gon witness a nigga monetary fitness when it come to this stitches
That means,
fade and a past that haunts me
If i make no game thats ok
I spit to relive my brain not for monetary gain
No matter what the haters say Xzee still
Will we forgive us?
We're the culprit
Too proud to take the blame
We're running in monetary circles
Living our lives in pain in vein
Evolve, dissolve
monetary gain, too stupid to be insane
You dwell in the same, while I live for change
Not fame, not luxury, but for me this just be a part of me
Startling
this mess I'm so stressed
That's why I put it in this song
I feel like all they care about is monetary gain and fame smoking Mary Jane
I don't really
walking in a chaotic opposition
All politicians are frauds with no commonsenses, promising
The competition more bombs and a monetary composition
Then
sight
Established colony fights for human rights
Populous confused
Elitist power skews all other beliefs
The plague ascends
Monetary gain is the sole
the same bitch I got plans In my brain
Always racin round that
Monetary gain
We are not the same
We are not the same
Keeping my tooley up on me
You act
on
Monetary political scum
Rub their nasty elbows back and forth
They tell you that it's good for you
And sell you something that you never really want
Oh I
pulled a hundred different ways
Monetary need rules our days
But what a sad thing it would be
To submit our lives to toiling
Instead of following
ill make it just solitary
Ain't no budging on that 'less it's monetary
Why you be all in my business (All in my business)
Why you be watching my riches
straight back to the cell
Monetary visions had em out there whippin the field so
Positively he had figures that could pay for the bail
But wander if he ever
For you for you for you
Yoo
This one is for my Kinfolk
Who sense soul
No matter the monetary situation
If your true thing voluntary
You been broke
not running around exhausted
For only monetary causes
From scratch is how I make my sauces
International spices, a nice dip
Time is priceless
Still we
and make this shit monetary
They think I did all this shit overnight
The same who say "Must be genetic, right?"
I started from scratch
Took action, planned
to state
Demon mafia estate
Tilapia on the plate
She call me for coffee dates
The monetary will break
How many shots will it take for you to see that it's
money from these checks (Whew)
I hit, peel off her clothes then we have monetary sex (Yeah)
I bought that bitch some Fendi, she offend me with the head
Hardaway
Penny for your thoughts
I'm drifting to better locations
Monetaries pre weighted
All for the cake and the peace and
As Salaam Alaikum, Bitch
prepared keep an open mind
So many opinions with so few making decisions
Out of love instead they squabble over monetary gains
Disconnected from the wreckage
straight to hell
And strip me of my fucking name
Take my fucking soul away
All in the name of monetary gains like
Hey man give me a raise
So I can dull
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