My father was a gambler but he cleaned up
One long weekend we thought he might have been dead
He went missing and didn't come home for three days
Finally showing up, guess what this motherf**er said:
That he was locked in the basement of where he worked with no food due to a crazy accident
We found out that was complete bullsh**, he disappeared to play horses and gamble the f**ing rent
I never knew money, money wasn't an option
Money never lived here, money was never my friend
If it wasn't for my grandma we wouldn't know what was Christmas
I never had a wish list, my parents needed a**istance
You learn to value sh**, you can't ignore it
I knew if I wanted anything a n***a would have to work for it
And I don't want sh** I don't deserve
But that doesn't leave much
f** what you heard
The thought of money's intoxicating, playing on the rugs
I turned five grand down once to deliver d**
It wasn't worth it. Paper to buy some kicks
Doesn't add up to my calculated risks
Though nowadays I'm new in this, and everything is at risk, and nothing makes any sense
Checks disappear before them sh**s even clear, and poof
That's five figures gone, did they even exist?
Money is a joke, I make it and I'm broke
I make it just to spend it and spend it on making more
How you roll three blunts from a dub?
I don't know but my n***a Dred does
And we need it like it's blood
And it's filthier than mud, got me sitting in the tub
Drinking, thinking, "They say it's the root of evil, but
This sh** goes hand in hand with everything you love"