LEISURE + POLITICS

What keep me up at night, and get me up in the morning is The love of the money As kids we used to dream, get a bag by any means for, For the love of the money My bro knock you off your feet, make ya mama and them grieve for, For the love of the money It's pain we all know cause, nothing hurts worse than, Than the love of the money On them moonlit trips we got up, getting rich Got to move too swift if you not, they sending blitz On the other side I fought urge to hit them licks on the other guys If mama heard, she would pissed cause I ain't bout to die Knew some dudes who always kept a handy alibi Ain't no pic up on the news, ain't no channel five Just get baked up when you snoozing like your granny's pie Just gon' wake up and you oozing What keep me up at night, and get me up in the morning is The love of the money As kids we used to dream, get a bag by any means for, For the love of the money My bro knock you off your feet, make ya mama and them grieve for, For the love of the money It's pain we all know cause, nothing hurts worse than, Than the love of the money Yeah... Where I'm from you get a pack and you flip it quick All the real niggas dying rest in peace to Nip So I'm trying to touch a bag, then I light a spliff I don't want to link with niggas Don't want to politic Where I'm from you get a pack and you flip it quick All the real niggas dying rest in peace to Nip So I'm trying to touch a bag, then I light a spliff I don't want to link with niggas Don't want to politic First off rest in piece to Nip All these niggas trying to make a dollar but they counterfeit I was sitting lounging with my commas for the hell of it I got back in the game, made the profits split DROP DEAD mob on some Mafi' shit Probably got your posse shook, sit em on opposite, side This the rap Book of Malachi Before we put the palisades up and get surrounded by A whole flock of new leaders that move and excite the youth You one of em too I prayed to candlelights for this knew it since I was two Now I'm preparing for this life spitting visions in booths Never fearing it Where I'm from you get a pack and you flip it quick All the real niggas dying rest in peace to Nip So I'm trying to touch a bag, then I light a spliff I don't want to link with niggas Don't want to politic Where I'm from you get a pack and you flip it quick All the real niggas dying rest in peace to Nip So I'm trying to touch a bag, then I light a spliff I don't want to link with niggas Don't want to politic Them cop cars always got me nicked Claiming all my innocence but steady tried to bother shit My problem was I never liked them politics my father taught But guard it dearly close so I can conquer this Whole facade where they chasing the youth New breed understand when I'm speaking to you and you Would prolly spazz if it's safer to do Could've crashed but I'll pass up on the making the news Unless the album going platinum and, raking up All the profits with the four letter acronym Replace the four-door it's practical But I been moving militant I might pick up a Challenger Dodging the cascade for a minute now what's cracking bruh Only thing I'ma say it's too long since I was rapping bruh Get with the parlay, niggas steady- crapping out Picture it my way fetty, guala, and cash amounts Like fuck you rapping bout...