Braend Lee - More Money, More Violence lyrics

[Verse 1] Trapped inside a wishing well, I wish you well Failures not an option Nikka Well can't you tell ? Hot slugs and bad blood Man this is hell That's why they call it Burnside I never fail never did it never will Haters snorting coke lines Ex's popping pills Life's a thrill too many coaster rides I'm a rider plus a roller leave em postarized Never doubt it I'm the coldest I'm just polarized Heart chill where Santa stay don't need a slay Paper chasing got my mind racing like everyday Put my freedom on the line What ? Like MLK Martin Luther could relate As I display all the dreams in my speeches Can't trust a soul too many leeches Never the type to ask for features I lost my glo Slowly I'm a work it up again Now watch me blow She f**ing me, I f** her friends Yea that's how it go Wa**up [Hook] More money, More violence More k**ers, More sirens Man the city that I'm from everybody doing d** They love to carry guns & bust slugs Anybody try to front they getting shoved in the mud You claim that you get fly but you'll get squashed like a bug America the great America the thug And still I'll never be enough So wa**up [Verse 2] We in the belly of the beast in the middle of the ghetto Watch em play me like a cello Got the pedal to the metal Say I'm racing with the Devil But my engine got a tremble I'm no angel I Speak in different angles The world won't understand you These cops just apprehend you The judge trynna remand you To make you an example They give you more than ample Time over crimes involved with pumping dimes They force in harder times to make you pump your nine Now they got you Locked inside to take over your mind It's a battle for your soul they pray for your demise Not sure if you'll survive but they tell you you'll be fine Just an FYI for the FBI everybody gotta die Bullets fly like the pigeons in the sky Once you try we going have to ride Time for war just another genocide and set it off Wa**up [Hook] More money, More violence More k**ers, More sirens Man the city that I'm from everybody doing d** They love to carry guns & bust slugs Anybody try to front they getting shoved in the mud You claim that you get fly but you'll get squashed like a bug America the great America the thug And still I'll never be enough So wa**up