Elijah Klaus - Money, the Illness lyrics

[Hook - K. Jayz] Are you willing to die? Are you willing to k**? Are you willing to survive? n***as be fiending for the money While I'm looking at them, and it's not really funny Sell your soul, you really lose yourself Give up on the goal, you really lose the wealth Which one would you rather lose? Life or money, better f**ing choose [Verse 1 - K. Jayz] Money'll make you do sh** you would never think Money'll make you think rich, I'm talking hella bank But then you get so rich, it starts to f** with your head Just making music just to talk about bread And cars, and clothes, and j**elry that you wear Just throwing away money like you don't care Mane, if I ever bought a lambo It won't be because of the fact that I don't know how to spend my money How to spend my money like these n***as with little intelligence They don't know how to spend money, right? Man, these n***as don't never change They be looking for brain for a lil piece of change Except, it's a little different nowadays Cause you can get it for free, and don't even know they name But I gotta admit that I would do it When you getting more money than you can lose You start to forget about all the people dying Just as long as you getting that f**ing loot Now I ain't poor, but I ain't rich So I don't really want too much sh** Now a white rich man might k** himself if he was me To be black with no money in this country Man you know that motherf**er should've went to jail That stupid n***a who k**ed Trayvon Tryna be a vigilante Now look what the f** happened What the f** you think you had a cape on? You get addicted to d**, like c**aine Now you got a shotgun aimed at your f**ing brain Cause you can't deal with the life of attaining money Now you know the illness of fame and money [Hook] [Verse 2 - Heartxbeat] Rudeboy don't shoot The sooner I die, I will revive I'm the devil in this b**h Must've sold my soul cause I'm on your mind If money is a woman, I swear she looking mighty fine Oh my god I'm loosing my mind each time Smoking on the kush just to fly in time Money is the illest and I treat it like my misses Just copped a gold chain, oh my god She give me brain, oh my god I'm going insane, oh my god f** this long-weaved “me-oh-my “ god Money taking over me, oh my god b**h, I'm ready to k** for that gold chain Gold piece, cause they buy a soul Ready to survive if I die This time, I come back with mind of Einstein with a mind Do you mind? Rest in peace to Trayvon Rest in peace, Lil Snupe Young n***as getting' k**ed what the -- what the -- what the f** we gon' do? Rudeboy come through, me do not shoot Now rudeboy come through, don't move Look at boy get shot *shot* *boom* Rudeboy come through, me do not move And rudeboy come through look at boy get shot *shot* *boom* And rudeboy come through do do not move Rocky [Hook]