Root of All Evil - The Underachievers

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 and M-R-B 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 from

Pinocchio 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

Ain’t tell you why, tell em don’t ask, yeah

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

Okay I’m stackin paper, get high like them scrapers,

Two blunts now I make like the tater

Two bitches in the back, entertainers

How you get in lane 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 here

And the LS chick and a couple bone rips

Keep you’re circle tight, bithes out here, yea them niggas gon' bite

Never see clanly so with the tray by me

Dee me now only use one round get down

But I ain’t no killer, promise I blow go get them sinners

Count my figure in the sugar of the winner

To my summers and my winters and they only got witters

Count stacks laid back, where my herbs at?

?It was the finest a lot I’mma burn that?

?There's no drug here, go learn that?

?Get upon shit, nigga, like nigga work promises?

So pot that medicine, got that remedy for the medicine

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 checksing all the richest big faces

Live life elevated, New York on them bitch ass niggas, I’m faded

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 consuming dollars, like God there is no equal

They good they miles away, so timeless pay get on our race

I’m to say, ridin for your honor, nigga crime pays

The time say this ass slipping down the hour glass

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, taste your goals, get them riches