Key: D# minor
Verse 1
Why am I the only one purchasing shit man
Verse 2
Am
E
Am
Everything, is gonna be alright,
oh yeah
Verse 3
Am
Strong arm robbery Ponzi scheme, our foreign
policy
War in the name of democracy
A lottery, a plot to run up in
your private property
Cop a key, break it down,
and call it the ricotta
Or the fetti, that's a lotta cheese
Em
Am
Enough to make the innocent
cop a plea
And stabilize economies,
shopping spree
Copped a V, we stay driven
by a lotta greed
The saddest sight is when
the parasites bottom feed
The game of Monopoly,
a terrorist bombing spree
Planes falling out the sky,
like we was a Lockerbie
Look into the heart of a thief
Em
Am
You might go on vacation,
become a patient
Somebody taking your artery
My lyrics merely taking a picture,
Am
Dm
Obviously for some the poverty
really hard to see
Am
Honestly,
I've come to the stage rock properly
I like my pockets fat, not flat
Verse 4
Word
Am
E
Spending up all my time making ends
Am
Em
Am
For all the money
D
Dm
Am
right now
That matters
G
F
Em
Tried to change my mind
Verse 5
me underwrite it
Spendin' money on the flesh,
attention undivided
The promise of funds got 'em strip
to their undergarments
For the skrilla, they willin'
to diss your mama
Like the show with Wilmer Valderamma
Dm
Am
My ancestors swung from the ropes
Now my knot is thick
rising to prominence
it's Godfather shit
My hypothesis,
stop your breath like an octopus
Gettin' hold of your esophagus
Try to rob, I'll pop you quick
Promise you will not evict
On a reconnaissance mission
for where the profit is
No I'm not the office type,
quite the opposite
Despite accomplishments,
I'm hungry as a starving artist is
The knowledge from
this metropolitan perspective
More effective than scholarships
Verse 6
to the best colleges
Am
E
D
Spending up all my time making ends
Em
Am
For all the money
money!)
That matters
G
F
Tried to change my mind
Em
Am
Verse 7
So basically, the moral of the story is:
Go get it, man
It's the only thing right
G
Am
now that matters
I heard somebody say,
D
Am
"Money is the root of all evil"
Don't believe that man
It's the love of money,
the pursuit of money
That's the root of all kinds of evil,
man..
So, Yo, somebody owe you money
and they ain't pay up
Tell 'em you got five seconds,
You got five seconds,
gimme my shit!
(Laughs)
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