Money Talk Loud

It's a dark sight Bet the grass look green from the outside But the roots dry Money talk loud, but your heart quiet His world is lawless over abundant options Care less 'bout what it costed as long as niggas see him floss it Bet you never autographed a stub with all these commas That label ain't loan you bread to treat these hoes to Benihana Haha, best proceed with caution They don't plant no seed, then pick the flower from your garden Niggas was just watching 'til you popped off So they could pop in and say "Hahah, nigga, I remember you from way back then" Huh? Oh, you remember me from way back when? Remind me why you never gave my shit a play back then Only skeptics live in fear and then project it Can't break out from the septic, so they play past tense (Uh-huh) Only feel alive when I'm caving in Only feel alive money chasin' Only feel alive when I'm about to die Only wanna die when I'm satisfied So tell me what I'm gonna do now Watch it all burn to the ground Wait 'til it all goes south Maybe I should shut my mouth Before I drown It's a dark sight Bet the grass look green from the outside But the roots dry Money talk loud, but your heart quiet So many times he felt it before Can't even see himself in the mirror no more Killed his soul, but he passing the torch White kids in suburbia's rappin' for sport Repping gangs, clicks, and hoods Fake Glocks like crooks Pain pushing the pen Product selling again For corporations pushing like kingpins The struggle turn a profit out like reparations So it sinks in He sips lean, smokes his weed Thought you grow happy when money growing on trees Life gave you all of the lemons that you can squeeze Nigga, you live a life many only see in their dreams Still you Only feel alive when you caving in Only feel alive money chasin' Only feel alive when you about to die Only wanna die when you satisfied So tell me what you gonna do now Watch it all burn to the ground Wait 'til it all goes south Maybe you should shut your mouth Before you drown All the money in the world make a nigga wanna die, die The beauty and the struggle make us grind to stay alive-live You could have it all, but it comes with sacrifice-fice You could have it all, but you gotta pick your vice-vice All the money in the world make a nigga wanna die, die (It's a dark sight) The beauty and the struggle make us grind to stay alive-live (But the roots dry) (Bet the grass looks green from the outside) You could have it all, but it comes with sacrifice-fice (It's a dark sight) You could have it all, but you gotta pick your vice-vice (But the roots dry) (Money talk loud, but your heart quiet) Money talk loud, but your heart quiet Money talk loud, but your heart quiet