Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chapter 8: Madoff, artist - Sho Baraka. Album song Talented 10th, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.01.2015
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
Chapter 8: Madoff |
| Rich man lies and he rises |
| Poor man lies and he dies |
| We do it all for the money |
| All for the money |
| All for the money, for the money money money |
| Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us We tryin' to bloom in the city lights |
| I think we ask what’s up cuz we’re scared of heights |
| Poor man saw his rose die when he lied |
| Rich man lies, he saw his rose rise |
| Greed begets more greed |
| Hood rats love the trap that brings more cheese |
| We get the world but want more Adam and Eve |
| I got so much to hide but I need more leaves |
| The same person addicted to caffeine |
| Likes to look down at the person who does smoke weed |
| The war on drugs is the war on us, import make money then lock 'em up I said doctor can you fix my ills |
| He thinks fixin' my ills is givin' me more pills (please) |
| That means I get more bills, poor man can only leave tears in his will |
| Rich man lies and he rises |
| Poor man lies and he dies |
| We do it all for the money |
| All for the money |
| All for the money, for the money money money |
| Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya hand out my pocket |
| Out my pocket don’t ride me no mo |
| Would less welfare make the poor care and work hard, I really don’t know |
| I know a girl who makes a grip, all she gotta do is strip |
| She makes about 3 G’s maybe 4 |
| I tried to tell her to quit, she’s like what’s better than this? |
| Go to college and pay school loans? |
| Well let me teach you about some ghetto wrath |
| Baby momma’s gettin' beat but still comin' back |
| School of hard knocks is where she learned to add |
| 3 jobs for 2 kids that’s some ghetto math |
| Rich man can he get a dollar please |
| Life feels wasted so his pants at his knees |
| We’ve all got bad aim in the darkness |
| How can I reach my goal instead of being a target? |
| Rich man lies and he rises |
| Poor man lies and he dies |
| We do it all for the money |
| All for the money |
| All for the money, for the money money money |
| Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us She said, he said alright I ain’t pointin' fingers… |
| This is what he said |
| He said… |
| I know civility died last week when I couldn’t get my kids food to eat |
| And if opportunity knocks on my door I’m lockin' him in the basement, haha |
| I see fools gold wearin' fools |
| Accumulate that gold young man hide it in your mouth |
| On your neck in your hair on your wrist |
| Cuz of course that’s where it’s most profitable |
| And when your gold… I’m sorry… God begins to wear you down |
| Appraise your heart and character to see his real glory |
| We all international player, I just go to learn |
| Souls of men last forever but money will burn |
| Thanks for the invite to your melting pot |
| I feel like I’m the only one that’s molten a lot |
| Your hospitality is a manifest destiny |
| And the welcome mat is soaking wet, it’s from the years of tears |
| I don’t seek resolution of pain amongst the privileged |
| They tried to break me but all they created was more soul |
| More strength, watch me dance, watch me dance |
| I will dance on your bureaucracy |
| I will dance cuz all I’ve ever had was a jig, ha And if you’re confused, I’m talkin' to you |