Money

[Verse 1: Mogli the Iceburg]

Let me take you on a trip down memory lane
It's the young kid startin' in the game
In the studio like every single day
I would go and make a beat for anybody that would pay, OK
See, back then we would get behind the mic and mimic topics
That were heard from all the artists that were poppin', drinkin'
No discretion in between our lives and all the lies that they were talkin'
Just to boost they numbers when the album droppin', but they want [?]
Talk about we got bands, talk about we drop bands
Talk about we hittin' stats, stats, stats, stats
Talk about we got guns, holler, we hit you in your lungs
They just runnin' from the [?]
But that was just the byproduct of a culture
On a young and impressionable mind
But now that I see that you call us back out for my brothers
We heard you, now you gon' hear mine

[Chorus: Mogli the Iceburg, Steven Malcolm]

And all I hear was money, money, money, money, money every time I listen
To these rappers spittin' on the [?]
I've heard it all before and they braggin' no work no more
This a lesson that you [?]
But you guessed [?] with my God
You don't wanna have no pro'lems, pro'lems
Ooh, we unashamed, never been the same
Anything is possible whenever I drive it, drive it (yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: Steven Malcolm]

They say that they shinin'
Materialism, I promise they trapped in a prison
With money, still hungry, yet buyin' Bugattis
With lean in they cup, hollin', "Beam me up, Scotty"
Content with content, that don't leave you contextualizin'
Realizin' all they do is lyin'
Surprised that these cats are our idols?
See, them Lamborghini doors ain't the only thing suicidal
Livin' it up for the moment, you soakin' it up
But the truth is you empty screamin', "Where the break- break- breaks at?"
Lovin' the life that you livin', but givin' the price of the prison
You see a life and you take- take- take that
No Diddy, but I bop to give props
To the One who is givin' full life
Then laid it down, paid that ultimate price
Then laid that down, paid the ultimate price

[Chorus: Mogli the Iceburg]

And all I hear was money, money, money, money, money every time I listen
To these rappers spittin' on the [?]
I've heard it all before and they braggin' no work no more
This a lesson that you [?]
But you guessed [?] with my God
You don't wanna have no pro'lems, pro'lems
Ooh, we unashamed, never been the same
Anything is possible whenever I drive it, drive it

[Verse 3: Mogli the Iceburg]

I just got told that you rappers get it when you spit it
If you call yourself a movement, then you better go get with it
All that braggin' [?] you know that truth is so acidic
It'll [?] you pulled up just to please the critic
Make you nervous just to picture that you painted, isn't vivid
Then you conjured, this a essence in your live and now you live it
Now your only option is to propaganda for it
Now you copped a Bugatti and now you get away with murder
Uh, tell me that ain't insecure
Your [?] has got me at a loss for words
So when you say you ball hard, boy, you got some nerve
I know you broke and you tell me that you look absurd
So now I'm just givin' it back to the will, hopin' you people could make up a kill
Givin' it back in the way that it feel, just for the grace, payin' the bills
Came in and waitin' to die from pills, movin' around to show 'em the field
So now I'm just givin' it back to the bill, doin' it all without a deal

[Chorus: Mogli the Iceburg]

And all I hear was money, money, money, money, money every time I listen
To these rappers spittin' on the [?]
I've heard it all before and they braggin' no work no more
This a lesson that you [?]
But you guessed [?] with my God
You don't wanna have no pro'lems, pro'lems
Ooh, we unashamed, never been the same
Anything is possible whenever I drive it, drive it

[Outro]

Like, you know
It's too much money here
I mean nobody should be hitting lotto for 36 million and we got people starving in the streets
That is not idealistic, that's just real
I think that this- when there's hopelessness, people [?]
All BS aside, it all comes down to we gotta survive
I mean even warriors put their spears down on Sundays
That's what survival is
White folks, Black folks, Korean folks, Mexican folks, Puerto Rican
You gotta understand, we really shoulda helped you folks
It's gonna be too late, you know what I'm saying?
In the hospital, you gotta pay your own karma
And that's when God make you punished