@@lheyer28 No because you can be greedy for good deeds and zealous for what you perceive as good. Like the garden of eden there couldn’t be such a thing as lust it was just zeal. The tree represented money basically.
LYRICS I hate rich niggas god damn it 'Cause I ain't never had a lot damn it Who you had to kill, who you had to rob Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top damn it Or maybe that's daddy money, Escalator no ladder money Escalade, new Caddy money Worst fear going broke 'cause I'm bad with money Crooked smile nigga momma never had the money damn I ain't trippin', Nigga Jordan I ain't Pippen Up the steps I ain't slippin' Tears blood sweat I ain't crippin' Here's a song you can sing along with when you down On some let you know you ain't alone shit When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job Delivering pizzas, you think she out there getting robbed Please God watch her I know how niggas do Half cracker but a nigga too Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops How he was a dog now look at you I ain't bad as that nigga, Plus dawg I'm a grown man now I ain't mad at that nigga But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke Refund checks used that to float Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac On crack used that to cope Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat Could've drowned but I grabbed the rope And there go you, and there go you, and there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew And there go you, and there go you, and there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew Sing You got what I want I got what you need How much for your soul Anna How much for your soul Anna You got what I want I got what you need How much for your soul Anna How much for your soul Anna I hate rich niggas god damn it 'Cause I ain't never had a lot damn it Niggas can't front on the flows you got But every fucking verse how much dough you got Homie, don't quit now, Hear my shit and try to switch now Know you felt the shit just now, Know you felt the shit just now Ain't there more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you? I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power Fuck it, more to you Saw through you and it made me ashamed that I played the game Not for more money like Damon Wayans Wanted the respect but it came with fame I just wanted love but this ain't the same I took a train down memory lane And watched little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name It's like Sony signed Basquiat He gave it all he got and now the nigga don't paint the same damn I guess he can't complain All the money that be raining in Spend a hundred thou for the chain again Think of old school niggas like Dana Dane Probably kill for another claim to fame My brain the same, yeah nigga least he ain't insane Least he ain't insane You ain't crazy motherfucker you just afraid of change That's new, maybe that's true But listen here, I got a bigger fear Of one day that I become you When I become lost and I become heartless And numb from all the Ménages Just one bitch don't feel the same no more And Henny don't really kill the pain no more Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain 'Cause I can't maintain no more Tad bit extreme I know Money can't save your soul But there go you, there go you, there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew And there go you, and there go you, and there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew Sing You got what I want I got what you need How much for your soul Anna How much for your soul Anna You got what I want I got what you need How much for your soul Anna How much for your soul Anna How much for your soul Anna How much for your soul Anna
The visual goes so well with this
This song is undeniably timeless🔥💃
this song slaps even harder when you have not listened to it for a while
Yep
Facts
Accurate assessment, bro
Love of money= root of all evil
What's the root of all good?
Nah lust and greed are. So there was no evil before money?
@@lheyer28 you can replace money with power
@@Mut11 The Love of God
@@lheyer28 No because you can be greedy for good deeds and zealous for what you perceive as good. Like the garden of eden there couldn’t be such a thing as lust it was just zeal. The tree represented money basically.
Best song of all time 💯 you made another version just as Fire 🔥
thx for this
oldie but a goodie
henny can't take away the pain no more
I love it thank u sm
shit is jus beautiful.
Truly Beautiful 👌💯
LYRICS
I hate rich niggas god damn it
'Cause I ain't never had a lot damn it
Who you had to kill, who you had to rob
Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top damn it
Or maybe that's daddy money,
Escalator no ladder money
Escalade, new Caddy money
Worst fear going broke 'cause I'm bad with money
Crooked smile nigga momma never had the money damn
I ain't trippin',
Nigga Jordan I ain't Pippen
Up the steps I ain't slippin'
Tears blood sweat I ain't crippin'
Here's a song you can sing along with when you down
On some let you know you ain't alone shit
When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job
Delivering pizzas, you think she out there getting robbed
Please God watch her I know how niggas do
Half cracker but a nigga too
Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops
How he was a dog now look at you
I ain't bad as that nigga,
Plus dawg I'm a grown man now
I ain't mad at that nigga
But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass
I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga
Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke
Refund checks used that to float
Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac
On crack used that to cope
Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope
Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope
Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat
Could've drowned but I grabbed the rope
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Sing
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna
I hate rich niggas god damn it
'Cause I ain't never had a lot damn it
Niggas can't front on the flows you got
But every fucking verse how much dough you got
Homie, don't quit now,
Hear my shit and try to switch now
Know you felt the shit just now,
Know you felt the shit just now
Ain't there more to you?
Don't it ever get boring to you?
I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power
Fuck it, more to you
Saw through you and it made me ashamed that I played the game
Not for more money like Damon Wayans
Wanted the respect but it came with fame
I just wanted love but this ain't the same
I took a train down memory lane
And watched little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name
It's like Sony signed Basquiat
He gave it all he got and now the nigga don't paint the same damn
I guess he can't complain
All the money that be raining in
Spend a hundred thou for the chain again
Think of old school niggas like Dana Dane
Probably kill for another claim to fame
My brain the same, yeah nigga least he ain't insane
Least he ain't insane
You ain't crazy motherfucker you just afraid of change
That's new, maybe that's true
But listen here, I got a bigger fear
Of one day that I become you
When I become lost and I become heartless
And numb from all the Ménages
Just one bitch don't feel the same no more
And Henny don't really kill the pain no more
Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
'Cause I can't maintain no more
Tad bit extreme I know
Money can't save your soul
But there go you, there go you, there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Sing
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna
You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna?
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I like it
fire
A nigga on you
Selling me dreams
Telling me things
This sounds like Black Eminem
how much for your soul
Never bow down to evil.