Money Game - JAPAN-狂撃-SPECIAL

Strange times we're living in World can put fear in ya Hierarchy parties, they make us feel inferior Greed runs through the parliament interior Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men When we're clearly living in dictatorships Nearly blinded by illusions to choose But who's fooling who? A ball chained to your shoes I'm pained, it's a crying shame The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame That makes greed a game that lets the whole world burn As the world turns, the whole world burns Money was invented for trade But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make slaves Turns a saint into a sinner, a child into a killer His finger on the trigger of a money game Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain A storm, it comes our way And those who rise through distorted lies Poison in the veins But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame It's easier to blame But point the mirror at ourselves We're all part of this old money game This old money game This old Dear Mr. President, it's evident that everyone's a resident Of fear when they support the ideas that keep us separate When they make us believe that everybody Is coming to terrorise you in the streets They say proudly through gritted teeth "It's my right to hate, that's freedom of speech!" When did freedom become a reason to hate? A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make There's an irony in freedom, because us in the west We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like savages Colonised all of the rest, that's called hypocrisy Preach a certain value that you'd never keep yourselves If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate yourselves in a second Still, you spit your venom, demonising immigrants When really, you're an immigrant 'Cause all of us are immigrants Or descended from immigrants The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on immigrants America was colonised by Britain Britain, it was colonised by Rome Also, colonised by the Saxons They were German, by the way You know how people throw shade upon the Germans 'Cause of history's pain And yet we make the same mistakes all again Demonise a whole people, Jewish or Muslim the same and the same Old situations play on repeat The same old TV shows repeat Yeah, we worship the bleak Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like sheep There's no left, there's no right In the middle we sleep Rain, rain, rain, rain A storm, it comes our way And those who rise through distorted lies Poison in the veins But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame It's easier to blame But point the mirror at ourselves We're all part of this old money game This old money game This old money game

Kanye told me that "Jesus Walks" in '04 But I grew up around Impala's and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for My money or my glock, who do I trust more? I don't know, it's probably the one that I touch more Guess it's the green, 'cause paper motivate niggaz And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate niggaz I used to only sell 8's like that Laker nigga Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center You might miss The Game so nigga don't blink My Phantom stand out like Frank Lucas' mink So go ahead and think, like Frank Lucas think Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money") I get it, that Baby and Slim, Cash Money All the jewelry on your whole crew, that's my tax money That Pablo Escobar crack money That LeBron first Nike contract money That make it rain, all my niggaz throw a stack money Stack it to the ceilin' then call it Shaq money That walk in the club, straight to the back money Flavor of Love, Deelishis sittin' on my lap money That rap money, niggaz get clapped money Air Force One's don't bend when I trap money Ooooh, I'm Rich like Porter Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin' that water Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them orders In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill' I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real? Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money") Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases Order that Patron, tell 'em we want three cases Fuck a black car, you see these green faces? Look at my chest, now you seen fakers Treat my money like the Cristal that we wastin' Cause I'm a money machine, I could re-make it You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason I've been iced out, like who the fuck need Jacob The doc told me to be patient, but I want Money like Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent I'm tryin' to make enough money so I could feed Asia Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V. aprons Word to Martha Stewart, if I could park a Buick Then I could flip a Brink's truck, I got the heart to do it Ball like the nigga Tony Parker do it Speak no engles but dinero I talk it fluent Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") In California niggaz die ("for the money") From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money") Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")

I'm kickin' shit with the gang yeah Ballin' like we starrin' in an NBA game That bitch bad with the hella name Got ten P's on the coffee table That's a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I'm Lil Baby Fuck a man in the middle baby I'm pickin' buds like I'm pickin' cotton The bitch bad and she pull rank Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 P's in brown mill Then another 50 in thomasville 21 That's a good deal I'm like fuck how the feds feel I'm like fuck how 12 feel Trappin' gas like this shit legal Burnin' gas like this shit legal AR pistol yea the shit legal Got a bag of gas riding around with me just to keep a nigga company Keep the torch nigga come for me If I were you then I would fuck with me I got that shit for the dirt cheap I gave a lil nigga a dirt nap She ride a nigga like a dirt bike I seen a pound for the first time Fell In love at first sight She let me hit her on the first night I drove with the pack three days on the highway Tryin' to make it back to the destination I'mma boxing it up ship it to a secret location Forgot to water all the plants and fucked up 30k worth of weed man I'm ballin' like I'm in the league man Making movies I'm the lead man Car came from oversea man Rock a turban like a Pakistan Put cheese on your head like a packers fan I'm kickin' shit with the gang yeah We Ballin' like we starrin' in an NBA game That bitch bad with the hella name Got ten P's on the coffee table That's a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I'm Lil Baby Fuck a man in the middle baby I'm pickin' buds like I'm pickin' cotton The bitch bad and she pull rank Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 P's in brown mill Then another 50 in thomasville 21 That's a good deal I'm like fuck how the feds feel I'm like fuck how 12 feel Pickin' bud Sippin' mud Hit it once and she done fell in love Give me 20 minutes meet me at the shell The mom wet like a wishin' well It's a whole lot we don't need to clock em' What's to know keep the Glocks on us' Harvest Season I'ma keep growin' Fuck 12 I'ma keep goin' Back it up and she keep throwin' it High tech I'ma keep puring it She mad at me I ain't hit her back Bulletproof wheels back 2 back 7 gram blunts back 2 back Drop a mixtape back to back Got twins with me I'ma hit em' both at the same time Did a show and called a play at the same time We Ballin' like we starrin' in an NBA game That bitch bad with the hella name Got ten P's on the coffee table That's a mini draco on the coffee table Four pockets full like I'm Lil Baby Fuck a man in the middle baby I'm pickin' buds like I'm pickin' cotton The bitch bad and she pull rank Tried to test me so I double cross I spent the night on a grow field Sold 100 P's in brown mill Then another 50 in thomasville 21 That's a good deal I'm like fuck how the feds feel I'm like fuck how 12 feel

Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy One years old and his first words were, "Mine, mine, gimmie" Two years old he was walking, three years old walking quickly Four years old he was running round the pavements of his city Five years old and his daddy told him, "Listen here, son You gotta learn to be a man; a man he works for what he wants" Six years old and he's reading, writing, top of the bunch And when he's seven, his progression made him student number one Eight years old and he's praised for unusual grades Nine, his parents pay for private school to nurture the flame Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, he ascends and ascends His daddy tells him, "Son, money is the means to all ends" Fourteen, solving complex mathematic equations Fifteen, IQ a hundred and fifty, still elevating Sixteen he develops complex software code That detects weaknesses in cyber security protocols Seventeen and he sells his vision, keeping a share Not yet an adult, but he's practically a millionaire Eighteen and his daddy tells him, "Now you're a man This world don't give a damn about you, so take all that you can" Nineteen he turns a profit, stocks and shares invest in product Twenty double-down deposits, 21 his income rockets 22 he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth If you manipulate the data, then a lie will sell itself 23 a life of luxury, crystal and cocaine 24 he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name 25 and his daddy tells him, "Listen here, son While you're sitting in that palace, that don't mean that you won" 26 a business shift, he switches business to arms 27 dealing nuclear and shells in Iran 28 inside the senate, money bought him a seat 29 a role of council in the president's suite And now he's 30, his daddy says "You're losing the race You're just a servant to the king, not even in second place " 31 a big maneuver for his daddy's approval Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba 32 moving grams, growing kilos to tons 33 filling warehouses with powder and guns 34 turf war with nobody to stop it Blind eye from the po-po inside of his pocket 35 he gets a call, "I'm sorry, son It's your father, had a heart attack; I'm sorry, he's gone" 36 getting pissed off, abusing his product 37 eyes glazed, disposition demonic 38 with a prostitute, a moment of passion Heating up a silver spoon and then chasing the dragon 39 getting reckless and hungry for power Daddy's words still driving him to kill and devour He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed They retaliate and leave him in a hospital ward A bullet buried in his vertebra and one in his leg The doctor sighs and says, "I don't think you'll be walking again" (Fuck) Let me tell you a story about a boy named jimmy He was 40, and he cursed the words: "Mine, mine, give me" 41 he wasn't walking, 42 not walking quickly 43 never running round the pavement of his city 44 inside a palace, with a mountain of gold But those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold Lamborghini for a life, trading money for souls Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need And his example is exaggerated versions of me And it's a version of him And it's a version of she And it's a version you There's no escaping the blame The way we live is parasitic, fuck the money and fame Cut the music This isn't entertainment, this is real life The way we live is lunacy, community it declines We're hyper-polarized, we're always fighting, then we divide Truth is less important than the money that we designed? Money's an invention, politics from our invention They all come from people's ideas, did I mention? Borders an invention, law and order fuel the tension That leads to people killing each other My solution? Is everything is subject to change We could build utopias if individuals were taught to use their brains If we teach kids in schools to always be sheep And put themselves before the herd if there's more money for me Then there's no future I see, where the humans survive We're parasites inside a petri dish with cannibal minds Mold will grow upon a surface, then consumes till it dies And our fate could be the same Without this story to the wise 45 Jimmy comes home out of the rain Soaking wet upon a wheelchair, he's been drinking again He has everything he wants, he has fortune and fame Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate With a 45 caliber aimed at his brain 45 a fitting number 'cause his age is the same Hears the words of his father: "You're such a damn shame" Then he presses on the trigger of a money game