The Root of All Evil

The Root of All Evil Homie, I done seen death and came back So what the f*** you think I'm 'fraid of? Diss loyal niggas, I see what they made of And I don't trust a soul but the family Cause I heard too many people say they love me when it ain't love They ain't nothing, but snakes in the grass Me, I never trust a cute face and an ass Cause all these bitches simple, I can see it in they face How many of these snakes will turn fake for the cash But careful what you wish for and the karma you creating Cause money ain't nothing when your life get taken Ain't nobody bulletproof, the number one mistake That these muhfuckers make is thinking they ain't got replacements I bet they give up they self respect for the wealth Don't believe me homie? Check for yourself Cause what makes you think they got respect for you When these niggas ain't even got respect for they selves? I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends Nigga, and I'll take my spot back on the couch Before I'll ever be a slave to the dollar amount I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends Look, and I'll take my spot back on the couch Cause I'll never be a slave to the money I count, ni*** I got 'em saying where the f*** you at? Front to the back I got 'em saying where the f*** you at? Where you at? Front to the back Like where the f*** you at, where the f*** you headed ni***? Nah, I don't think you get it ni*** Give a f*** about the money in our bank accounts Cause it ain't nothing if we dead my ni*** I seen hell, I seen niggas slang they mama dope I seen niggas fiend for a line of coke Money make a thirsty chick hop up out her jeans Do things you only see in your dreams if you got the dough Yeah, it got these niggas acting strange They chasing the dollars, they ain't after change Nah, me and them will never be alike, we'll never be the same Now I'll never forget where my family came ni*** Y'all ain't got no chain Heard if you ain't balling, you ain't got no name F*** the money, cause I'd rather go out like Cobain With a bullet through my temple, now I got no brains Like f*** 'em and f*** the world, you can have it dawg Y'all ain't no better, I ain't mad at y'all Cause I'd rather be buried in my grave than live life like a slave F*** the money, you can have it all I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends Nigga, and I'll take my spot back on the couch Before I'll ever be a slave to the dollar amount I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends Look, and I'll take my spot back on the couch Cause I'll never be a slave to the money I count, ni*** I got 'em saying where the f*** you at? Front to the back I got 'em saying where the f*** you at? Where you at? Front to the back Like where the f*** you at, where the f*** you headed ni***? Nah, I don't think you get it ni*** Give a f*** about the money in our bank accounts Cause it ain't nothing if we dead my nigga