WORTH.

“Get up and get some money.”

“Get up and get some money and, and, and let it be a lesson that money is not the ultimate form of currency.”

“Money however is going to be a metaphor for all the things in life that makes you happy.”

“Get up and get some money.”

“Money was never real in the first place.”

“Your the person that adds value to everything.”

“To affect you to spread a little bit of cry— and a little bit of metal sit here and determine what YOUR worth most importantly because what are you waiting for, money”

“In a What!?”

“Capitalistic slave built society”

Gasp “Oh my goodness”

“So, are you worth a little bit of cotton? A little bit on metal?”

“No, your worth all the things you enjoy”

“So..”

Yuh, yuh (Get up and go get some money)

I’m mentally spoon fed

Mama said don’t lift a finger but I might just reach for the gun

Like who said?

A **** like you to reek smells of the gods

Go about bully the cool kid

That dropped out of college with infinite knowledge

And tend to get caught in some cool shit

Give me a pen and a pad

But this writer's block just ain’t letting me do shit

The blunt that I smoke with the gas in my lungs started affecting my mental

Now I’m holding the gun to the person I love

The only one treating me gentle

It's my music, the lyrics, they flow in my blood

Hopefully into my kid too

Her emotions be back on my gun

Maybe she just need her something to vent to

“Get up and get some money”

“And, and, and let it be a lesson that money is not the ultimate form of currency”

“Money however is going to be a metaphor for all the things in life that make you happy”

I’m mentally spoon fed

Mama said don’t lift a finger but dammit I reach for the gun

Put a hole in my kid cause of the shit that he want

Mama I hate that I'm jealous

Who sent a **** like him?

Who sent a **** that’s lookin like me?

The truth in my phone

The mirror hanging in my room was just a reflection of me

Damn. damn. damn. damn. damn. damn. damn

What you tellin' me? What you— What you tell that ****?

I told that ****

I’m mentally spoon fed

Mama said don’t lift a finger but I might just reach for the gun

Like who said?

A **** like you to reek smells of the gods

Go about bully the cool kid

That dropped out of college with infinite knowledge

And tend to get caught in some cool shit

Give me a pen and a pad

But this writer's block just ain’t letting me do shit

The blunt that I smoke with the gas in my lungs started affecting my mental

Now I’m holding the gun to the person I love

The only one treating me gentle

It's my music, the lyrics, they flow in my blood

Hopefully into my kid too

Her emotions be back on my gun

Maybe she just need her something to vent to

Damn

Damn

Damn

Damn

Shit

Yeah

Get up and go get some money