Murphys Law - Freerider Syndrome Lyrics

Slowly loading bodies in the back
All about the money yeah you know I got stacks
I don't need the credit cuz I do it all cash
Messing with the king he about to get mad yes
Slowly loading bodies in the back
All about the money yeah you know I got stacks
I don't need the credit cuz I do it all cash
Messing with the king he about to get mad yes
It gets harder to imaging a time
We the people ain't addicted to crime
Rape money drugs a sinister mind
For sinners it's time
Soon the money stacked here won't even be worth a dime
Sorry I you feeling like I be acting crazy
Maybe I could blame it on the way my mama raised me
Sick of talking to these stupid mindless over grown babies
Hypocritical
It's pitiful
They think they amazing
Let me take to the floor
Let me speak a bit more
How others responsibilities becoming my chores
Everybody wants the other person to give
Till that person become you then you run and you hid
How many times do I have to say the same thing
Circling around my mind like a roller rink
I'm on the brink about to explode
Hip hop Loosing control
I'm a bust down there door
Slowly loading bodies in the back
All about the money yeah you know I got stacks
I don't need the credit cuz I do it all cash
Messing with the king he about to get mad yes
Slowly loading bodies in the back
All about the money yeah you know I got stacks
I don't need the credit cuz I do it all cash
Messing with the king he about to get mad yes
I'm like so what if it stay
This is a game I can play
If money and murder are all that it takes
Then for goodness sake
I'll take it away
Just so I can say
There's a couple things I'd like to dispute
I don't really see a problem in youth
I see a problem in you
Growing up without the parents what a kid gunna do
But Then again yours probably did it to you
Sad but this is the truth
Sorry that I have to say it
But nowadays most these rappers over rated
Give em credit cuz they made it
Plus they give me motivation
When you listen to my music do you hear what I've been saying
See we Holding our ticket while death on his way
Building our fortress but digging our grave
Money like kings but feel poorer then slaves
Yeah we Stacking these dollars but building our cage
Please listen carefully
Death means prosperity
People forget why they here it's embarrassing
Like it or not
This life is just a mirage
We are the product of god
Look what you got
Nothing
Shh no interruption
This is my function
Call to the lost
Open your mind and Remember this thought
Redemption was bought
Innocent blood on the cross
All that I'm saying remember the cost
This a matter that's widely debated
Matter of fact it a matter that's hated
I've got a notion
That all of this quoting
Of scripture
Will cause me a whole lot of hatred
Father forgive me for all my sins
That is the answer that leads to the win
Ain't started yet then I'm wondering when
Cuz every second cuz every second is somebody's end