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Red

Some of y'all may disagree with me on this

But it is how I feel

And I'm a man that always says what he feels

And I'm also a man of my word

Let's talk


It never pays to be a slave

Yet these niggas spending money to be put back in chains

Ignorant minds hypnotized by the mighty dollar

The spell of the dead president overwhelming the brain

Better yet the brainless, the prideful turn shameless

The change of getting change has our people making changes

And yet none are for the better

It's all about bettering self and no other with your cheddar

It's pitiful ain't it?

For the sake of paying in funds, the peaceful's ripping a stainless

It's pitiful ain't it?

When violence for green is what your whole new aim is

Ain't it some shit? When this is what we're living for

Walking on some bullshit like a hoard of minotaurs

Or basketball fans from Chicago

For the dream of seven figures, several niggas get hostile


See, cash ruins every one around me

Niggas die for that dollar, dollar bill y'all

It will break you down and may not rebuild y'all

That cream, that cream, that cream

Cash ruins everyone around me

Niggas die for that dollar, dollar bill y'all

It will break you down and may not rebuild y'all

That cream, that cream, that cream

But these are my people

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

But these are my people

It will break you down and may not rebuild y'all

But these are my people

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

These are my people

That's cream


You see, the power of funds

The green devil can cause a mother's neglect of her son

The thought of digits, the dollar can snatch a father from son

The sense of profit can burn a soul as hot as the sun

A hint of money can cause a blunder when chasing the sum

Understand that a small mind corrupts with just one

A beautiful life can be taking with the aim of a gun

For what? A hunger for presidents? Savagery surely's begun

Tons of civilians stained

With the colour that matters more than the blood in their veins

The shame, that's befalling our fellow people

Is ironically not heard of because we don't speak it's evil

Although I regret it, and I'm sending out this message

I'm a hypocrite because I gotta get it

The paper thin ? bringing motive's so cold

And although I fight against it, I'm still in it's control



Cash has a collective of people that's it ruined

Myself being included, we all walked amongst the ruined

Walk amongst the ruins of what we held dear

Shattered pieces of peace, I won't even rest my head here

I feel self-loathing for letting money hold power

To live the life of the sweet I've gotta gather something so sour

To live the life of the big others gotta feel small

To climb up the social ladder I cause other's falls

Like, is money talking for me now? Have I been rendered voiceless?

Am I a fucking disgrace? Cos I strangely enjoy it

See, money talks, money talks, people go silent

Since money talks, if money says it, people go all violent

I'm disgusted by the thought of it, there's no way I'm about it

But I'll suffer life with hardship if I go on with out it

Guess I'm conflicted cos I love the high life

But hate the fact that getting it's gonna come at a high price 

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