Gospel of Wealth

Uh, yeah, let’s go
I got a couple of friends, a couple I need to lose
I got one friend who’s close though, he said he my manager
He never available but no disrespect, he’s always working, gotta get that bread,
but as I look around man we’re already fed
Stacking food until everyone else die of starvation or can’t help them-self,
and the truth of the matter is that I do not care, fuck Andrew I wrote the
Gospel of Wealth
And that’s as far as it goes they don’t care about health, no wealth without
prosperity, no happiness without the both
And we need an abundance of something or we’re the same, what makes us
different isn’t our color, it’s our brain
Why you act so plain like your flavor is vanilla? I know we’re beefing and that
makes a little rocky road, but when you travel down the path that you’re
destined to go, you always end up with the rainbow and the pot of gold
Money can’t buy you everything, but it can make you lose it all, all, all
Be careful who you trust it ain’t always as it seems, the people closest might
have some different means
And I’ll tell ya, and I’ll tell ya
Fuck it, I got somethin' to say
No Dr. Dre in the studio I buy my beats, I have a couple rappers and they
always askin' for feats
How you feel if I tell ya i’ma be a star? I get lectured on my songs like no
holds barred
Please man, try and contain me
I’m breaking out it must be so entertaining, WHO GONNA? they always playin' and
sayin' that i’ma be the next big thing
But have you seen my ring or my car how’d I get this far?
But nothin' matters if it can’t be replaced like an arm
So I’m at the top 'cause they can’t retrace me, a drawin' like Picasso man I
keep on painting
Stating you’re the best doesn’t mean you are good
But it does really give you success
'Cause, false and fake are two different words but the combinations are
commonly slurred
Uh, yeah, let’s go
I got a couple of friends, a couple I need to lose
I got one friend who’s close though, he said he my manager
He never available but no disrespect, he’s always working, gotta get that bread,
but as I look around man we’re already fed
Stacking food until everyone else die of starvation or can’t help them-self,
and the truth of the matter is that I do not care, fuck Andrew I wrote the
Gospel of Wealth
And that’s as far as it goes they don’t care about health, no wealth without
prosperity, no happiness without the both
And we need an abundance of something or we’re the same, what makes us
different isn’t our color, it’s our brain
Why you act so plain like your flavor is vanilla? I know we’re beefing and that
makes a little rocky road, but when you travel down the path that you’re
destined to go, you always end up with the rainbow and the pot of gold
Money can’t buy you everything, but it can make you lose it all, all, all
Be careful who you trust it ain’t always as it seems, the people closest might
have some different means
And I’ll tell ya, and I’ll tell ya
(And I’ll tell ya)