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They say money is the root of all evil, Capp It’s the hearts of those who hold it I’m searching for the riches, visions stuck on repeat All I see is money and bitches, life’s a one-way street It ain’t heaven, but the pavement’s paved in 24k Weed, money, gold—one way up (Verse 1) Only sixteen, but the name holds weight HACEy G room fool of clouds visions getting clear as all the bullshit disappears theirs only one way that's sparking up that zaza blazing on the rasa toking smoking sparking up that zaza blazing on the rasa Interrogation room smoke rising in the mist They screaming in my ear, trying to break me they don't know all I hear in ear is smoking toking sparking up that zaza blazing on that raza pigs breath smelling some caca he ain't know I took his Glock from his casa (Verse 2) I’m staying humble with the hustle, dreaming in the cell While they yelling at the clock, I’m just dreaming of the smell Of that fresh ink, that loud pack, and the glitter of the chain Yeah, the streets made of gold I can hear my brother telling me that heaven does got pawn shops They gotta clock out eventually, go home to their lives But I’m riding this out ‘til the sun finally rises. (Bridge) Silent on the outside, a riot in my mind Thinking ‘bout the treasure that I’m destined to find Power, with a smile I'ma master this The world belongs to the ones in control. (Outro) Money, bitches, weed, gold… and the power. Sixteen years deep. Ace of Spades. Stay silent, stay hungry.

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