greed

To the top of the mountain I'm running up And the money I'm getting I'm stacking up And none of you fuckers is equal to me, say I'm greedy but I just keep counting up Count it up Count it up Count it up Count it up And none of you fuckers is equal to me, say I'm greedy but I just keep counting up Count up blessings and sneeze to get extra I'm a king in the court of the jesters My tongue is a gun and my words they are lethal, my lips they become a compressor I'm changing the game like I'm Tesla And no I can't settle for lesser (And no I can't settle for lesser) Y'all better give the boy what he deserve You see me out doing shows, out on the road See me putting in the work Who are you to say what my ideas worth? Who are you to say the boy can't earn his stripes like some motherfucking tiger fur? I want a studio suite in the Beverly Hills where I get a milli' for a verse I want the marble floors, suicide doors on the whip and you know its gon skrt I want a closet that's full of designer and teach a whole generation how to learn Give me the world in the palm of my hands and I still would believe that there's more I can earn A lot of the people in power are sinners just tryna watch the world burn What would you do to get what you want? How would you live without things that you flaunt? There's more to life then the gold and the green but you're blinded by all of the things that you bought End up with less when you're starting to rot Materialistic, I wanted a lot I realized what I value the most and I looked in the mirror, saw something I'm not Losing a dollar gon make a man flinch Morals and business should never be switched Bury your ego inside of a ditch And focus the things that you're trying to stitch Talked to myself and I had to convince Don't gotta worry materialistic I got an idea I'm tryna pitch Love is the only way to become rich I gotta speak to the boys who are damaged because they don't cherish the universe gifts I know some people so wrapped in the paper, I look around thinking like is it Christmas? Money become an obsession (yeah) Eventually turn to depression (yeah) The grass ain't greener on the other side, the fact that we have it a blessing (The fact that we have it a blessing) (Your worth isn't valued by all of the things you're possessing) (Cash got these motherfuckers stressing) (Greed is the thing that's forgotten inside a confession)