Root of All Evil

[Verse 1: AK]
Motivated, just by the smell of money
Taking my niggas out the hood make sure they never bummin
Taking your bitches out your arms with the killer swag
Seeing that most you niggas fake now I don't feel as bad
Finna spazz and M-R-B on the beat
Hope my nigga CP, don't mind me RIPing this beat
Take you down to the ghettos to the streets
Them creators like geppetto from Pinocchio in the kitchen cooking heat
Quit the bitchin my nigga and get some more cash
Don't stop stackin' till the storm is on your forecast
Hit the strip club throw it all on a ho’s ass
Ain't tell you why, tell em don't ask, yeah

[Hook]
Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga
Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go
Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga
Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go

[Verse 2]
Okay I'm stackin paper, get high like them scrapers,
Two blunts now I make like the tater
Two bitches in the back, entertainers
How you get in lane with no paper?
But you don't hear me though
Elevated high when I'm off that dro
Got that low three double 0 for the oh,
Sour Diesel puffin on that heavy smoke
Say I’m on my shit, prophetic it’s when you hear me spit
Psychedelic kid when I'm off that here
And the LS chick and a couple bone rips
Keep you're circle tight, bithes out here, yea them niggas gon' bite
Never see clanly so with the tray by me
Dee me now only use one round get down
But I ain't no killer, promise I blow go get them sinners
Count my figure in the sugar of the winner
To my summers and my winters and they only got witters
Count stacks laid back, where my herbs at?
?It was the finest a lot I'mma burn that?
?There's no drug here, go learn that?
?Get upon shit, nigga, like nigga work promises?
So pot that medicine, got that remedy for the medicine
Here another nation, liberation
From the late month for me is I'm blessed like a mason
Psycho like I'm Jason and I’m checksing all the richest big faces
Live life elevated, New York on them bitch ass niggas, I'm faded

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Uh, elevated and that's an understatement
Work by the power of Satan, addicted to the payments
We all sinners, nigga no one is perfect,
We all winners I just happened to surface
The root to evil, dollars consuming people
People consuming dollars, like God there is no equal
They good they miles away, so timeless pay get on our race
I’m to say, ridin for your honor, nigga crime pays
The time say this ass slipping down the hour glass
No room for error in this era of the first class
Gotta adapt or get trapped, stack and get off of the mat
Nigga fuck them bitches, taste your goals, get them riches