Root Of All Evil

I was gon' keep it quiet and not say shit

But bitch, you picked the right **** to play with

Runnin' to the net, tellin' lies on some lame shit

God, I wish I never got involved with this lame bitch

You speakin' on the business, you speakin' on my baby mama

And everybody laughin'. At me 'cause they love the drama

And I should've f**ked your friend, but I ain't even want her

Cause that b***h shaped like a 2005 Honda

And you suppposed to be a woman if God

Hear no evil, speak no evil, if you Christian or not

And you ask me why I lie?, when really I ain't trust you

Cause soon as you get mad

I already knew what you was gon' do

TikTok, Instagram, you tryin' to embarrass me

B***h, I don't even want you At my funeral

When they bury me

You think 'cause you postin' all them videos

You scarin me

I been through the worst

That p****y shit don't put no fear in me

Money is the root of all evil, for real

Tryna' to fuck my image up cause I ain't pay your bills

I don't wanna hurt your feelings

I had love for you, for real

Now I'm wishin' that I never even fucked with you

For real

And you sayin' that I fell off alright

But I encompass more than you did

In your whole damn life I got a plaque

I win gold, I make money, I rock shows I bought cars

I bought clothes, I bought houses I bought hoes

Bitch You don't want me to die, right?

You a Christian, right? You don't think he watchin'?

He don't see all that fuck shit you doin'

And your mama

She a motherfuckin' hypocrite

Hypin' up your evil ways

While preachin' all this Christian shit

Everything I know about your family

I ain't mention' it Speakin' on my name like you a saint

But you ain't innocent

I really could get personal

The shit I could say

And stop claimin' Atlanta

Cause you not from the A

And You goin' through my mail

And you thought that you ate

But why you thinkin' I went broke, bitch?

I had two different banks

And dawg, this shit so funny to me

And I can't even be mad, get your money, lil' kee

Cause you gon' need it And everything you sow, bitch

, you gon' reap it

Now I see why every **** that you ran into

Done cheated

You ain't shit

And your mama ain't either

Grown-ass woman smokin' Black & Miles & Reefer

Then got a nerve to try to talk to me about my Jesus

Pray, cause when it's all said and done

You gon' need him, for real

You gon' need him Pray

Cause when it's all said and done

You gon' need him

You gon' need him You gon' need him

You gon' need him Pray

Cause when it's all said and done

You gon' need him