Money money money on my mind my mind on my motherfucking money gotta grind They left me behind so Iam doing drugs an murdering time Iam an addict I can’t lie but the government does don’t be blind Use your third I use your mind despite this jungle full the predators an crime Everybody selling drugs aint working 9 to 5 can’t take these greenbacks with you but Still I fucking grind the drugs are for the suppression of my pain shelter from the rain for the love I lost and love I can’t find these days you’re better off alone staying on your fucking grind money money money I am one of a kind money money money influencing their grind money money money it’s the Easter bunny it’s fucking fake don’t exist not backed up by the state ignorance is bliss Now because of corruption fractionalize banking exists printing made of money I thought was considered a sin They print fiat money make this shit up on the spot you work your free fingers to the bone A free slave that’s a slave nothings changed this ain’t old losing the one thing God gave to us all your time so you can pay back in gold What you owe so you can repeat the cycle let the motherfucking truth be told trillions in debt and we kick the can down the road the name of freedom so we were told the host don’t know it’s got a parasite until it’s got a fucking cold they say money isn’t everything I said that’s a load you try being homeless on the street hungry and cold Trying not to break the law is going to be a narrow road money money money until this house of cards fold Money money money growing worthless as the end times approach It’s a depressing state went without money you can’t get a date if you ain’t got no bread they’re gonna control you in your head money even though it’s a shield motherfuck money keeping and protecting the real If you got itIf you don’t you’re on your motherfucking own nobody will fuck with you you will die alone It’s kind of sick people’s passion is money it’s kind of sick because this shits not even real it’s kind of funny chasing pieces of paper that ain’t worth the paper motherfucking money forcing and causing everybody to steal motherfucking moneyScars won’t heal dealers won’t deal If you ain’t got no moneyYou could die out here dummyThat’s whyMotherfuckers straight up skumy Do you see someone’s true colors when they’re broke suicidal thoughts and no hope a little bit of bread could take away the suicide note too late welcome to the whitey smith show. “Bang”