Make My (feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Dice Raw)

I did it all for the money, Lord That's what it seems. Well, in the world of night terrors it's Hard to dream, they hollerin' cash rules everything Just call it cream, cause when it rises to the top You get the finer things Oceanfronts, rolling blunts with model chicks And saying grace over lobster and steak Like please forgive us for riding Benzes with camera plates Too busy looking backwards for jackers to pump my brakes For help signs to symbolize the lives that hunger takes Addicted to the green, if I don't ball I'll get the shakes I'd give it all for peace of mind, for Heaven's sake My heart's so heavy that the ropes that hold my casket breaks Cause everything that wasn't for me I had to chase They told me that the ends Won't justify the means They told me at the end Don't justify the dreams That I've had since a child Maybe I'll throw in the towel Make my (make my) Make my (make my) Departure from the world Tryin' to control the fits of panic Unwritten and unraveled, it's the dead man's pedantic Whatever, see it's really just a matter of semantics When everybody's fresh out of collateral to damage My splaying got me praying like a mantis I begin to vanish Feel the pull of the blank canvas I'm contemplating that special dedication To whoever it concern, my letter of resignation Fading back to black, my dark coronation The heat of the day, the long robe of muerte That soul is in the atmosphere like airplay If there's a Heaven I can't find a stairway They told me that the ends Won't justify the means They told me at the end Don't justify the dreams That I've had since a child Maybe I'll throw in the towel Make my (make my) Make my (make my) Departure from the world