[Hook - K. Jayz]
Are you willing to die?
Are you willing to k**?
Are you willing to survive?
n***as be fiending for the money
While I'm looking at them, and it's not really funny
Sell your soul, you really lose yourself
Give up on the goal, you really lose the wealth
Which one would you rather lose?
Life or money, better f**ing choose
[Verse 1 - K. Jayz]
Money'll make you do sh** you would never think
Money'll make you think rich, I'm talking hella bank
But then you get so rich, it starts to f** with your head
Just making music just to talk about bread
And cars, and clothes, and j**elry that you wear
Just throwing away money like you don't care
Mane, if I ever bought a lambo
It won't be because of the fact that I don't know how to spend my money
How to spend my money like these n***as with little intelligence
They don't know how to spend money, right?
Man, these n***as don't never change
They be looking for brain for a lil piece of change
Except, it's a little different nowadays
Cause you can get it for free, and don't even know they name
But I gotta admit that I would do it
When you getting more money than you can lose
You start to forget about all the people dying
Just as long as you getting that f**ing loot
Now I ain't poor, but I ain't rich
So I don't really want too much sh**
Now a white rich man might k** himself if he was me
To be black with no money in this country
Man you know that motherf**er should've went to jail
That stupid n***a who k**ed Trayvon
Tryna be a vigilante
Now look what the f** happened
What the f** you think you had a cape on?
You get addicted to d**, like c**aine
Now you got a shotgun aimed at your f**ing brain
Cause you can't deal with the life of attaining money
Now you know the illness of fame and money
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[Verse 2 - Heartxbeat]
Rudeboy don't shoot
The sooner I die, I will revive
I'm the devil in this b**h
Must've sold my soul cause I'm on your mind
If money is a woman, I swear she looking mighty fine
Oh my god I'm loosing my mind each time
Smoking on the kush just to fly in time
Money is the illest and I treat it like my misses
Just copped a gold chain, oh my god
She give me brain, oh my god
I'm going insane, oh my god
f** this long-weaved “me-oh-my “ god
Money taking over me, oh my god
b**h, I'm ready to k** for that gold chain
Gold piece, cause they buy a soul
Ready to survive if I die
This time, I come back with mind of Einstein with a mind
Do you mind?
Rest in peace to Trayvon
Rest in peace, Lil Snupe
Young n***as getting' k**ed what the -- what the -- what the f** we gon' do?
Rudeboy come through, me do not shoot
Now rudeboy come through, don't move
Look at boy get shot *shot* *boom*
Rudeboy come through, me do not move
And rudeboy come through look at boy get shot *shot* *boom*
And rudeboy come through do do not move
Rocky
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