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, N.E.R.D. 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 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
They tell you "why?", tell em don't ask, nigga

[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: Issa Dash]
Okay I'm stackin paper, get high like them scrapers,
Two blunts now I make like the tater
Two bitches in the back entertain us
How you getting laid 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 hit
And the LS shit and a couple bong rips
Keep your circle tight, bitches out here, yea them niggas gon' bite
Never see clanly so with the tray by me
Lay a demon down only use one round get down
But I ain't no killer, promise I blow go get them sinners
Count my figures in a circle of the winners
To my summers and my winters and there's only gods with us
Count stacks laid back, where my herbs at?
If it's the finest of the loud I'mma burn that
Theres knowledge out here go learn that
Get up on your shit, light work nigga
Pharmacist supply that medicine, got that remedy for the menaces
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 chasin' all the richest big faces
Live life elevated, Neo from the matrix, nigga I'm faded

[Hook]

[Verse 3: AK]
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 pursuing dollars, like God but there's no equal
Think good, the mind's at waste, a timeless plague upon our race
I’m to say, ridin for your honor, nigga crime pays
The times changing, sand slipping down the hourglass
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, chase your goals, get them riches