I'm going to work today, it hurts the way
Niggas got the nerve to say
That they gonna be a Buffett when the verse get laid
Screaming money is motive we regurgitate
Got an Aunty getting older she deserve to grey
But we working til we buried in a urn a grave
I was putting in a shift when it occurred to me
I'm the last to get a check but I'm the first, first to pay
Money so expensive, we can't even pay attention
So focused on a money grab, that, you the president's apprentice
And what's the message to the children
That you better be the villain
What's the cost to make a billion
F*cking right you made a killing (Killed em...)
In grade school I learned about the ku klux crew
Round the same time I learned my two plus twos
But when it came to oppression it wasn't too much new
So now I'm stuck here asking "really who f*cks who"
To undo
The cycle killing my people
Is it the rifles
Is it a system
Is it the sickness
Is it the prisons
Is it the Bible
So far I narrowed it down
Especially if you are black and you brown
Nigga you better be paying attention
Ironic line, listen up now
The system that we keep building, capitalism I'm thinking we called it
It's keeping my folks in the streets
And keeping them outta the college
For dollars
Niggas been hanging from money trees looking for profits
If the wealthy are having the benefit what makes you think that they ever would stop it
If money is the root of evil, then what about the richest people
Not having a budget is bullshit, not having a ducket is lethal
If I still can't afford shit
You'll prolly ignore this
Nobody wanna hear that shit when hip hop make the
Hip hop make the Forbes list
Wealth gap is enormous
Devil in a green dress, oou she looking gorgeous
We ain't really mean it, mo' money mo' problems
I don't need to be rich I just need some fortune
Fortune
Fortune
Fortune
Wealth gap is enormous
Devil in a green dress, oou she looking gorgeous
We ain't really mean it, mo' money mo' problems
I don't need to be rich, I just need a portion
Portion
Portion
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I'm going to work today, it hurts the way
Niggas got the nerve to say
That they gonna be a Buffett when the verse get laid
Screaming money is motive we regurgitate
Got an Aunty getting older she deserve to grey
But we working til we buried in a urn a grave
I was putting in a shift when it occurred to me
I'm the last to get a check but I'm the first, first to pay
Money so expensive, we can't even pay attention
So focused on a money grab, that, you the president's apprentice
And what's the message to the children
That you better be the villain
What's the cost to make a billion
F*cking right you made a killing (Killed em...)
In grade school I learned about the ku klux crew
Round the same time I learned my two plus twos
But when it came to oppression it wasn't too much new
So now I'm stuck here asking "really who f*cks who"
To undo
The cycle killing my people
Is it the rifles
Is it a system
Is it the sickness
Is it the prisons
Is it the Bible
So far I narrowed it down
Especially if you are black and you brown
Nigga you better be paying attention
Ironic line, listen up now
The system that we keep building, capitalism I'm thinking we called it
It's keeping my folks in the streets
And keeping them outta the college
For dollars
Niggas been hanging from money trees looking for profits
If the wealthy are having the benefit what makes you think that they ever would stop it
If money is the root of evil, then what about the richest people
Not having a budget is bullshit, not having a ducket is lethal
If I still can't afford shit
You'll prolly ignore this
Nobody wanna hear that shit when hip hop make the
Hip hop make the Forbes list
Wealth gap is enormous
Devil in a green dress, oou she looking gorgeous
We ain't really mean it, mo' money mo' problems
I don't need to be rich I just need some fortune
Fortune
Fortune
Fortune
Wealth gap is enormous
Devil in a green dress, oou she looking gorgeous
We ain't really mean it, mo' money mo' problems
I don't need to be rich, I just need a portion
Portion
Portion
Niggas got the nerve to say
That they gonna be a Buffett when the verse get laid
Screaming money is motive we regurgitate
Got an Aunty getting older she deserve to grey
But we working til we buried in a urn a grave
I was putting in a shift when it occurred to me
I'm the last to get a check but I'm the first, first to pay
Money so expensive, we can't even pay attention
So focused on a money grab, that, you the president's apprentice
And what's the message to the children
That you better be the villain
What's the cost to make a billion
F*cking right you made a killing (Killed em...)
In grade school I learned about the ku klux crew
Round the same time I learned my two plus twos
But when it came to oppression it wasn't too much new
So now I'm stuck here asking "really who f*cks who"
To undo
The cycle killing my people
Is it the rifles
Is it a system
Is it the sickness
Is it the prisons
Is it the Bible
So far I narrowed it down
Especially if you are black and you brown
Nigga you better be paying attention
Ironic line, listen up now
The system that we keep building, capitalism I'm thinking we called it
It's keeping my folks in the streets
And keeping them outta the college
For dollars
Niggas been hanging from money trees looking for profits
If the wealthy are having the benefit what makes you think that they ever would stop it
If money is the root of evil, then what about the richest people
Not having a budget is bullshit, not having a ducket is lethal
If I still can't afford shit
You'll prolly ignore this
Nobody wanna hear that shit when hip hop make the
Hip hop make the Forbes list
Wealth gap is enormous
Devil in a green dress, oou she looking gorgeous
We ain't really mean it, mo' money mo' problems
I don't need to be rich I just need some fortune
Fortune
Fortune
Fortune
Wealth gap is enormous
Devil in a green dress, oou she looking gorgeous
We ain't really mean it, mo' money mo' problems
I don't need to be rich, I just need a portion
Portion
Portion
Writer: Damon Hart
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