Money Trees(Ft.Lucifer)

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 dicksheads 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 theese 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)