Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Root of All Evil, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Indigoism, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RPM MSC
Song language: English
Root of All Evil |
Motivated, just by the smell of money |
Taking my niggas out the hood make sure they never bummin |
Taking your bitches out your arms with the killer swag |
Seeing that most you niggas fake now I don’t feel as bad |
Finna spazz and M-R-B on the beat |
Hope my nigga CP, don’t mind me RIPing this beat |
Take you down to the ghettos to the streets |
Them creators like geppetto from |
Pinocchio in the kitchen cooking heat |
Quit the bitchin my nigga and get some more cash |
Don’t stop stackin' till the storm is on your forecast |
Hit the strip club throw it all on a ho’s ass |
Ain’t tell you why, tell em don’t ask, yeah |
Stack them dollars till you can’t stack up no more, nigga |
Tell yourself that you’re gonna get it, get up and go |
Stack them dollars till you can’t stack up no more, nigga |
Tell yourself that you’re gonna get it, get up and go |
Okay I’m stackin paper, get high like them scrapers, |
Two blunts now I make like the tater |
Two bitches in the back, entertainers |
How you get in lane with no paper? |
But you don’t hear me though |
Elevated high when I’m off that dro |
Got that low three double 0 for the oh, |
Sour Diesel puffin on that heavy smoke |
Say I’m on my shit, prophetic it’s when you hear me spit |
Psychedelic kid when I’m off that here |
And the LS chick and a couple bone rips |
Keep you’re circle tight, bithes out here, yea them niggas gon' bite |
Never see clanly so with the tray by me |
Dee me now only use one round get down |
But I ain’t no killer, promise I blow go get them sinners |
Count my figure in the sugar of the winner |
To my summers and my winters and they only got witters |
Count stacks laid back, where my herbs at? |
?It was the finest a lot I’mma burn that? |
?There's no drug here, go learn that? |
?Get upon shit, nigga, like nigga work promises? |
So pot that medicine, got that remedy for the medicine |
Here another nation, liberation |
From the late month for me is I’m blessed like a mason |
Psycho like I’m Jason and I’m checksing all the richest big faces |
Live life elevated, New York on them bitch ass niggas, I’m faded |
Uh, elevated and that’s an understatement |
Work by the power of Satan, addicted to the payments |
We all sinners, nigga no one is perfect, |
We all winners I just happened to surface |
The root to evil, dollars consuming people |
People consuming dollars, like God there is no equal |
They good they miles away, so timeless pay get on our race |
I’m to say, ridin for your honor, nigga crime pays |
The time say this ass slipping down the hour glass |
No room for error in this era of the first class |
Gotta adapt or get trapped, stack and get off of the mat |
Nigga fuck them bitches, taste your goals, get them riches |