The Root

(Hook)
Don’t want you, but I need you
I need it all
Fly..

(Verse 1)
The Root of evil is key to survival
I need paper, I ain't never been in need of a bible
Dreamt of knots in my pocket cause I was seeing my idols
On MTV cribs, quarter mill to lean on the throttle
Thinking bout how I could shake the scene from my rivals
Got on my grind just to find it wasn't easy to follow
You know the probability of squeezing the lotto?
You got a better chance of eating lean at McDonald’s
So I got up and got at it, got my back off the mattress
Breaking bread with my faction cause time don't wait for your actions
In the midst of the madness, I'm coming up with these classics
BMC is outlasting, my niggas making it happen
Say it's for the love, but I love the money with passion
Can't be looking like a scrub, so I'm covered in fashion
Only thing I could imagine, in need of some magic
But still chasing cash until I'm in need of a casket

(Hook)

Don’t want you, but I need you
I need it all
Fly..

(Verse 2)
Real as ever, even when I'm facetious
Speak thru speakers, I'm a preacher to the sneakiest creatures
Non believers, small thinkers and the freakiest divas
Call Jesus, tell him meet me where them people are squeezing
45 bodies in a month got me queasy
If murders in the air, this would be the breeziest season
Leaving niggas oven roasted on the street and they steaming
Body count is on the rise and the pigs in the precinct!
The Root of violence I don't understand it
In my city you could die for simple misunderstandings
Drug wars be going Dumb, but them commas they gotta come
When it's drama, pull out the llama’s, it’s hommies and murder ones
If your rowdy and perp with guns, then you probably deserved it son
My purpose to purchase weapons ain't worth it if ima run
And I never make decisions out of desperation
You niggas got a lack of will, but even lesser patience

(Hook)
Don’t want you, but I need you
I need it all
Fly…

(Verse 3)
Now shorty thicker than a snicker
Taste of her sweat every time you get to lick her
Paid for the sex but you always been a tricker, no matter the price
Your pockets caught in a vice, that’s every time she get with ya
And while you living for the moment
In your feelings, she got you thinking you own it
Other niggas be texting and you condone it
It’s Killin you, no condolence
That pussy is your opponent, ain’t giving up no atonement?
They try that hustle but for one, I’m quicker
Yall some goofies, and that’s word to my Young Live Nigga
Throw a hoe a couple dollars tryna make that pussy Holla
But soon as you come up short it’s like the sunshine dimmers
Play the game cool and you won’t be a one time winner
Know the rules or get schooled, if ya want I’ll get ya
To the point of no return, Take them feelings, let Em burn
The lesson you’ll come to learn, everyone’s not pictured

(Hook)
Don’t want you, but I need you
I need it all
Fly…