Peter - S.O.M (Suicide Over Money) lyrics

[Intro] This swag sh** (Laughter)Too much on my plate Ya feel me? Look up (n***a dats the truth) [Verse 1: Frank Brown] Money is the motive I'm a True Survivor It's a difference Between truth and liars I'm the best f** who's ya idol Rappers get broke Turn Suicidal I ain't trying to do that I came from nothing Lookin' at the moon Always gazed on something Acid made me think Molly made me change Shrooms is my soul Money ain't a thang Would ya sell ya soul for this life (ok) People on this earth They think they got it right Most bragging bout they cash Even plus they boarding flights No disrespect to Robin Williams Ya heard about him right (R.I.P) Ok i'm trippy Yes really trippy (ok) Watch the window for the cops So they don't get me (Oh ya i'm fresh) b**h, Fonzworth Bentley They smoking all this reefer I be blazing I be looking like a chimney I'm just speaking music (ya) Don't get it, it's fine (ya) I'm not like all these others rappers (ok) I don't flex I ain't Lying And every n***a wanna talk I had my chance, b**hes funny Wanna talk i'm really lucky Suicide Over Money (yep, yes sir, woah (laughter)) [Bridge] The money Always running for the money Always want the money They money The money They always want the money Said they always running for the money Always running for the [Verse 2: RJ] Suicide Over Money Thats S.O.M Life is a game Called an M.O.M And if ya wonder bout the flow It's Mac Meezy inspired Heavy like d Giving the world that micheal jordan D-fence-less Reckless Kids Meeting money in open casket funerals Few to roll, few to sale The mindset is always to get the trees please Getting paper that evaporated faster than the doubters Cash rule everything around me b**h please I see the all seeing eye Opening up for me Meteors burn up in this atmosphere This sun here Rose up in the east Least of all Do i happen to Fall I windfall through all the clouds To a pile of that moss The fam tall, and of course That object that was the source Of affection in paid in full Affected by nothing K.K.G Nothing from something More knowledge than Sumter Wonder if the stars know They been crossed in the hairs The coronation finally here Took shrooms, and lost my grip Grappling with myself If I should say if I'm the best Or not, but I might as well So to put the nine to my chest And save everybody