MONEY TREES (420/KNB VERSE)

 

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