Mr. Bristol - Root of All Evil lyrics

[Verse 1: AK] Motivated, just by the smell of money Taking my n***as out the hood make sure they never bummin Taking your b**hes out your arms with the k**er swag Seeing that most you n***as fake now I don't feel as bad Finna spazz, N.E.R.D. on the beat Hope my n***a CP, don't mind me RIPing this beat Take you down to the ghettos to the streets Them creators like Geppetto in the kitchen cooking heat Quit the b**hin my n***a 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 a** They tell you "why?", tell em don't ask, n***a [Hook] Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, n***a Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, n***a Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go [Verse 2: Issa Dash] Okay I'm stackin paper, get high like them scrapers, Two blunts now I make like the tater Two b**hes in the back entertain us How you getting enlightened 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 sh**, prophetic it's when you hear me spit Psychedelic kid when I'm off that hit And the LS sh** and a couple bong rips Keep your circle tight, b**hes out here, yea them n***as gon' bite Never see clanly so with the tray by me Lay a demon down only use one round get down But I ain't no k**er, promise I blow go get them sinners Count my figures in a circle of the winners To my summers and my winters and there's only gods with us Count stacks laid back, where my herbs at? If it's the finest of the loud I'mma burn that Theres knowledge out here go learn that Get up on your sh**, light work n***a Pharmacist supply that medicine, got that remedy for the menaces 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 chasin' all the richest big faces Live life elevated, Neo from the matrix, n***a I'm faded [Hook] [Verse 3: AK] Uh, elevated and that's an understatement Work by the power of Satan, addicted to the payments We all sinners, n***a no one is perfect, We all winners I just happened to surface The root to evil, dollars consuming people People pursuing dollars, like God but there's no equal Think good, the mind's at waste, a timeless plague upon our race I'm to say, ridin for your honor, n***a crime pays The times changing, sand slipping down the hourgla** No room for error in this era of the first cla** Gotta adapt or get trapped, stack and get off of the mat n***a f** them b**hes, chase your goals, get them riches