Phora The Root of All Evil Lyrics

Sincerely Yours Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Sincerely Yours
  • 2 Summer Nights
  • 3 Forgive Me Mother
  • 4 Tell Me
  • 5 Catharsis
  • 6 A Lil’ Liquor
  • 7 Father
  • 8 Motivated
  • 9 Stick ’Em Up
  • 10 Stuart Little
  • 11 The Root of All Evil
  • 12 Swapmeet Steelo
  • 13 No Other Way
  • 14 As Time Goes By
  • 15 Father, Part 2 (If You’re Out There)
  • 16 SoulStar
  • 17 Make You Feel
  • 18 Time Will Tell (We’ll Find a Way)
  • 19 My Story
  • Homie I done seen death and came back
    So what the fuck you think I'm afraid of
    Dis loyal niggas, I see what they made of
    And I don't trust a soul but the family
    Cause I heard too many people say they love me when it ain't love
    They ain't nothing but snakes in the grass
    Me I never trust a cute face and an ass
    Cause all these bitches simple, I can see it in they face
    How many of these snakes will turn fake for the cash
    But careful what you wish for and the karma you creating
    Cause money ain't nothing when your life get taken
    Ain't nobody bulletproof, the number one mistake
    That these motherfuckers make is thinking they ain't got replacements
    I bet they give up their self respect for the wealth
    Don't believe me homie? check for yourself
    Cause what makes you think they got respect for you
    When these niggas ain't even got respect for they selves

    I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz
    I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends
    Nigga and I'll take my spot back on the couch
    Before I'll ever be a slave to the dollar amount
    I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz
    I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends
    Look and I'll take my spot back on the couch
    Cause I'll never be a slave to the money I count nigga

    I got em' saying where the fuck you at, front to the back
    I got em' saying where the fuck you at, where you at, front to the back
    Like where the fuck you at, where the fuck you headed nigga
    Nah, I don't think you get it nigga
    Give a fuck about the money in our bank accounts
    Cause it ain't nothing if we dead my nigga

    I seen hell, I seen niggas sling their mama dope
    I seen niggas fiend for a line of coke
    Money make a thirsty chick hop up out her jeans
    Do things you only see in your dreams if you got the dough
    Yeah, it got these niggas acting strange
    They chasing the dollars, they ain't after change
    Nah, me and them will never be alike, we'll never be the same
    Now I'll never forget where my family came nigga
    Y'all ain't got no chain, heard if you ain't balling, you ain't got no name
    Fuck the money, cause I'd rather call out like Cobain
    With a bullet through my temple, now I got no brains
    Like fuck em' and fuck the world, you can have it dawg
    Y'all ain't no better, I ain't mad at y'all
    Cause I'd rather be buried in my grave
    Than live life like a slave
    Fuck the money, you can have it all

    I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz
    I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends
    Nigga and I'll take my spot back on the couch
    Before I'll ever be a slave to the dollar amount
    I put my mama in a house before I'm in a Benz
    I'll die twice and come back before I get new friends
    Look and I'll take my spot back on the couch
    Cause I'll never be a slave to the money I count nigga

    I got em' saying where the fuck you at, front to the back
    I got em' saying where the fuck you at, where you at, front to the back
    Like where the fuck you at, where the fuck you headed nigga
    Nah, I don't think you get it nigga
    Give a fuck about the money in our bank accounts
    Cause it ain't nothing if we dead my nigga

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