[Big K.R.I.T] I did it all for the money, Lord, it's what it seems Well, in the world of night terrors it's, hard to dream Holl'n Cash Rules Everything, let's call it (C.R.E.A.M.) 'cause when it rises to the top, you get, the finer things Oceanfronts, rollin blunts, with model chicks and sayin grace over lobster and steak like, "Please forgive us for ridin Benzes with camera plates" Too busy lookin backwards for jackers to pump my brakes For help sign 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 break 'cause everything that wasn't for me, I had to chase I had to chase...
[Chorus: Dice Raw] 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) hardship from the world
[Black Thought] 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 And, my splayin got me (praying) like a (mantis) I begin to vanish, feel the pull of the blank canvas I'm contemplatin, that special dedication to whoever it concern, my letter of resignation Fadin, back to black, my dark coronation The heat of the day, the long robe of muerte That soul's in the atmosphere like airplay If there's a Heaven I can't find a (Stairway)
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