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Money Trees (Lucifer feat. KNB)
- //VERSE 1 (KNB):
- You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches
- If I could, I'd plant some greens over all their fucking riches
- But what if they spent a day without fucking a hoe or weed
- Knowing how it feels to be in pain, how it feels to bleed
- What I mean is that false niggas think that they can go solo
- But what they need to know is that this world is cruel and so low
- You can save a man from getting two bullets in the brain
- But he'll stab you in the back, and leave you in the alley slain
- Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses
- I bet you half these wack dickheads never passed college classes
- Never know how it feels to pay taxes, just smoke grasses
- Stop makin' in rain with green, we need real rain in Cali
- Wearin' Forever 21, while we're just wearin' khakis
- Y'all sippin' in champagne, while we're just drinkin' coffee
- Why y'all gotta act cocky, actin' so godly
- Cops always find a body, not oddly, life is costly
- Face natural disasters, and face serial stabbers
- Face other attackers, everyone armed with daggers
- Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers
- Avoid all these damn hazards, or have bone fractures
- These other rappers are never sastified with women
- Don't know how it's like to be raped by men in prison
- It's hard trying to lose a drug or drinking addiction
- And their only fucking mission is making a billion
- I just don't understand, even as we demand
- We try and stand, government help us or else we're damned
- So many massacres, suiciders and arsonists
- Wars against Jews, Muslims, atheists, and Protestants
- While these rappers just sit around and party, they're jobless
- Basically, they talk about sniffing girls topless
- But what if they were in our shoes without their stacks
- The they know how it is from riches to rags (Bitches)
- //HOOK (X2)
- Money trees, stackin' green, stashin' cheese,
- emcees with sleaze make cash in a breeze,
- comin' straight from the bottom, it's funny, see?
- Stupid how you go crazy for them money trees
- //VERSE 2 (Lucifer):
- It's stupid how we criticize these rappers like they're assholes,
- they talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,
- they talk about the clubs and the Benz and ratchet bitches,
- what would you rap about if you just went rags to riches?
- I bet they felt their whole life like they've been dazed in defeat,
- that's how you'd feel if you grew up, was raised in the streets,
- if you had no role models and if you had no chaperones,
- growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,
- the stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,
- they slurp sizzurp to wash the pain away, smokin, blowin' purp,
- they talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
- how would all you motherfuckers feel if you were signed to shows?
- the green and all the fame, you had skills, were better at it,
- tell me, would you brag about the cash, you've never had it,
- so, what the fuck would you say? It's annoying on the radio,
- no clever rhymes, every time in turns, that's the way it goes,
- would if you grew up and couldn't pay rent, cursed tomorrow,
- hunger is the feeling, it's like pain, but it's worse than sorrow,
- would if you could rhyme and cut ém up just like a chainsaw?
- Stay raw? Or flash where you could either rap or play ball?
- I know yáll criticize, the shit is lies, in all those quoted words,
- but poverty and hunger are frustrating, and just know it hurts,
- burns like furnace urns, and you take your turn to purchase it,
- now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
- once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,
- it makes you lie and murder, cheat, deceive when you play the game,
- it drives you, makes you way insane, 'till life just wastes away,
- but still you have that money, and you come from where pay is lame,
- see these little thugs grew up and thought there infinite potential,
- wasn't to be used in life, but just a capitalistic mental,
- money is the root of evil, they'll die for a piece of paper,
- cheat and steal to eat a meal, make the hardest meet the makers,
- so now I struck you down, it comes around, now that's funny, see?
- What would you do if you were dirt and then sprouted money trees
- //HOOK (X2)
- Money trees, stackin' green, stashin' cheese,
- emcees with sleaze make cash in a breeze,
- comin' straight from the bottom, it's funny, see?
- Stupid how you go crazy for them money trees
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