Meyhem Lauren - Cash is King lyrics

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Hey yo it's all about the dollar for real cause without it Your train of thought is f**ed up and your mind's overcrowded With ideas that could repair your situation But half the time it means that you're risking incarceration Always a complication, a trial and a tribulation Was supposed to link up with success but missed my reservation I ain't mad though, booked it again, play to win f**ing with gin could temporarily give you relief But trying to drink away your problems only leaves you with grief Love life and it'll love you back, that's my belief "f** the world" mentality will leave to dead in the street Poverty's a motherf**er, actually it's a thief It steals people's childhoods and gives birth to wild hoods Got n***as stealing packages and selling foul goods They say money can't buy love and that ain't fake But if your papers off that sh** could definitely breed hate [Hook] Money come first f** hunger, f** thirst Without cake you might as well be living in a hearse It's like you're the walking dead without bread No money in your pocket's like a hole in the head I been there before and I ain't never going back I don't give a f** if I spit or sell crack Real men stand up tall and do they thing I don't care where you from cause cash is still king [Verse 2] Yo, a self-employed slacker's only cheatin' themself n***as should put in overtime and try to double they wealth I'm a clutch ones even if I sit on the shelf My minds full of black thoughts but I'm not from Illadelph My roots run deep throughout NYC Never met DJ Premier but I'm an NY G Hence I kick that sh** that I kick, street knowledge I break it down, how the world revolves around dollars Life's based on happiness, success and what you leave Behind on this earth when your body can't breathe So just getting by makes it hard to achieve When you only do the minimum that's what you receive Mad people perish leaving no mark behind Cause they never had the time to explore they own mind Financial constraints either make or break people I never thought that money was the root to all evil In actuality it makes people turn warm k**ers hearts turn cold when the money's all gone Counting cream's a natural high, I'm addicted Every time I touch a new stack I get lifted I'm not hooked to money, I'm attached to the comfort it brings Having cake lets us do such things Without cash it's like your locked up and can't be exonerated Stuck in your lifestyle, financially incarcerated [Hook]