DJ on the beat so it’s a banger
Bang, bang, bang
You know money and power, got the trenches united
Got some members indicted over money and violence
I was raised in the jungle with snakes, rats, and some lions (Yeah)
Let the Pellys for winters, dope boys, and giants
Daddy took over the streets, Larry Hoover was my age
When weed was so cheap, sellin’ drugs on MySpace
I’m a gangster at heart, could stop a war with my face
Mama, I said I’m sorry for puttin’ you through the mind games, sorry
“Only The Family” the navy, three-double-o is the army (Damn)
Tell ’em, “Re-open Barneys” (Damn)
A hundred fifty on Marni (Damn)
A double cup full of lean (Damn)
I need to drink some Dasani (Damn)
‘Cause my piss back yellow (Damn)
But my President white (Damn)
Plus my ‘Rari was white, my Rollie face was just white
My uncle had his own crib, but he stay with the white
I’m in a phase of my life, I can’t be praisin’ the mice
My auntie prayed to the Christ, I made a way through the night
Be glad I gave her a flight, my brother stay with the pipe
He just ain’t have it that night, I hate he play with his life
Could’ve paid for his price, I brought it straight from the dice
“Racketeering” his charge, I wish he took my advice
Money is the root of all evil (Yeah)
Smurk, I mean Durk be in the trenches with his people
Cursed, I mean hurt that they just takin’ all my people
Chh, bow-bow, ain’t beat his case ’cause he ain’t legal
Back in 2010 I went to school with a desert eagle
Sean Jean hoodie, with Shawn Carters in my Evisu’s
Family treat me different, I had to walk ’round like I’m see through
Niggas treat me like family, I just told you what the streets do
Young age, I ran used to run the streets ’cause I’m a bad boy
Traphouse my Waffle House, I trapped right off my Android
Never duck no niggas or no 12, just the landlord
Didn’t have my rent, I left my bitch and she was payin’ for it (Bitch)
Loved brodie to death, he hit that dope but I can’t stand for it (Nope)
I took over the trenches for a century, I’m the man to ’em (I’m the man to ’em)
Label said I’m makin’ enough for the streets, just make some dance music (Cha, cha)
Said “I can’t, I gotta make shit for the streets, I’m the man to ’em'” (Nah, nah)
Money over bitches, some reason I’ll tend to ’em (Yeah)
I ain’t never listen, like fuck permission I carry a jam for? (Jam for)
Family in the streets, my relationship, I got a handful (Yeah)
Count a million cash, I swear to God, it had my hand sore (Sss, ahh)
Fuck her from the back, I had her scratchin’ off the headboard (Yeah)
Nutted on her lashes, I ain’t gotta ask her, what she mad for (Smurk)
“Baby, what you sad for? Baby, what you sad for?” (Huh?)
The Brabus truck, the one that, hmm, I paid a bag for it
I paid cash for it, a duffel bag boy (Yeah)
But too much cash’ll have ’em paranoid
Money is the root of all evil (Yeah)
Smurk, I mean Durk be in the trenches with his people
Cursed, I mean hurt that they just takin’ all my people
Chh, bow-bow, ain’t beat his case ’cause he ain’t legal
Money is the root of all evil (Yeah)
Smurk, I mean Durk be in the trenches with his people
Cursed, I mean hurt that they just takin’ all my people
Chh, bow-bow, ain’t beat his case ’cause he ain’t legal
