Song Info
Genre
Charts
#17,109 today
Peak #263
#274 in subgenre
Peak #9
Author
4POUND Dak Beats
Rights
2015
Uploaded
May 05, 2015
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:08
Lyrics
street lights illuminate as pockets accumulate funds for the thugs pushing some forgot the rules to play but whos to say raw deals let the ruger spray hollow hearts rested reckless in a ruthless day worlds kicked back left tilted on its axis doe will make it rotate for those who got it mastered most are still stagnant probably living backwards straight bamboozled trying to figure how the cash spent with that said we all live and die for the fast end cream will be the ever present future even past tense spark seas' sitting on the park bench heart contempt drenched bleeding seeded in a clouded mess but the next breath i guess the most obvious the root of all evil but what link us as a people the note that scream peaceful but never treated equal the dollars y'all
chorus
a world based on money trying to take all i can get before the days my eyes close and im in a casket
verse 2
them boys from the gutter from the slums where they go where the wind blows using doe as a logo slang pitch crack same thing in the rap game park pirelli on a black frame cock back switch it up flip it to the jack game fuck tomorrow nigga trying to make today got two cats from around the way not realizing they'll retaliate now they fate nickle plate .38 one went o t pet scared to show his face other dude stayed flossing platinum chains showing he paid armored up why cause he know it aint safe some time past but real niggas dont forget or forgive they found dude followed him where he lived dropped a couple shots in his head and his ribs found retribution for what them niggas did
chorus
verse 3
him himself do hate born to misfortune seen top dogs blow gwap now they miss fortune doe make the world go round and round he gonna make it jump and come back down money the root of evil stay clear of the path so i guess he'll be a broke artist when his time pass but the shits addicting so he calls it his glass he heard on the other side the grass is much greener told he wasnt shit but another ghetto dreamer one day he needs to wake the fuck up bout dead poeple on a piece of paper stayed with the diolated blood shot eyes window to the soul open empty and cold only one thing he kept in perspective and thats doe came and gone looking back wondering where it go another life lost and wasted in the endless paper chase kid so material fiends you might as well be doing drugs cause at the end of the scheme thats all this shit amounts to so dont get caught up and let this mother fucking money found you
