WORTH.

[Intro]
“Get up and get some money.”
“Get up and get some money and, and, and let it be a lesson that money is not the ultimate form of currency.”
“Money however is going to be a metaphor for all the things in life that makes you happy.”
“Get up and get some money.”
“Money was never real in the first place.”
“Your the person that adds value to everything.”
“To affect you to spread a little bit of cry— and a little bit of metal sit here and determine what YOUR worth most importantly because what are you waiting for, money”
“In a What!?”
“Capitalistic slave built society”
Gasp “Oh my goodness”
“So, are you worth a little bit of cotton? A little bit on metal?”
“No, your worth all the things you enjoy”
“So..”

[Verse 1]
Yuh, yuh (Get up and go get some money)
I’m mentally spoon fed
Mama said don’t lift a finger but I might just reach for the gun
Like who said?
A nigga like you to reek smells of the gods
Go about bully the cool kid
That dropped out of college with infinite knowledge
And tend to get caught in some cool shit
Give me a pen and a pad
But this writer's block just ain’t letting me do shit
The blunt that I smoke with the gas in my lungs started affecting my mental
Now I’m holding the gun to the person I love
The only one treating me gentle
It's my music, the lyrics, they flow in my blood
Hopefully into my kid too
Her emotions be back on my gun
Maybe she just need her something to vent to

[Chorus]
“Get up and get some money”
“And, and, and let it be a lesson that money is not the ultimate form of currency”
“Money however is going to be a metaphor for all the things in life that make you happy”

[Verse 2]
I’m mentally spoon fed
Mama said don’t lift a finger but dammit I reach for the gun
Put a hole in my kid cause of the shit that he want
Mama I hate that I'm jealous
Who sent a nigga like him?
Who sent a nigga that’s lookin like me?
The truth in my phone
The mirror hanging in my room was just a reflection of me
Damn. damn. damn. damn. damn. damn. damn

[Bridge]
What you tellin' me? What you— What you tell that nigga?
I told that nigga

[Verse 3]
I’m mentally spoon fed
Mama said don’t lift a finger but I might just reach for the gun
Like who said?
A nigga like you to reek smells of the gods
Go about bully the cool kid
That dropped out of college with infinite knowledge
And tend to get caught in some cool shit
Give me a pen and a pad
But this writer's block just ain’t letting me do shit
The blunt that I smoke with the gas in my lungs started affecting my mental
Now I’m holding the gun to the person I love
The only one treating me gentle
It's my music, the lyrics, they flow in my blood
Hopefully into my kid too
Her emotions be back on my gun
Maybe she just need her something to vent to

[Outro]
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Shit
Yeah
Get up and go get some money