Troy NōKA - DM$C lyrics

TROY NōKA : Shout out to everybody talking sh** I run this Yaw can just walk and trip Aerobics Gotta make my money stretch Grind like I never seen a meal But my tummy stretched Hold up Aye my swag like I piss diamonds I sh** crystals I spit timeless On the road to riches And my stacks rising I don't burn bridges Cause it's cash behind me Damn I know you mad I'm f**ing awesome You f**ing that? ' But it ain't always, always about the riches But damn a nice frame compliments a picture Well don't it? I guess my status change You ain't seen the diamonds in my f**ing chain? They say money changes real n***as to fake But I just got mine on so you know a n***a ain't I guess my status change You ain't seen the diamonds in my f**ing chain? They say money changes real n***as to fake But I just got mine on so you know a n***a ain't Here's a little story about a boy with ambition Seen them ballers eating shrimp, an taught himself to go fishing Now he got his own, own something is the mission I be spitting that uplifting sh** martin luther depicted Damn I know they sad I'm f**ing winning You doing bad Shades always on like its sunny where I'm going Haters in my rear view but it's like I never saw em But it's like I never saw em Damn I guess my status changed momma I guess my status changed momma Money changes real n***as to fake But I just got mine on so you know a n***a ain't I guess my status change You ain't seen the diamonds in my f**ing chain? They say money changes real n***as to fake But I just got mine on so you know a n***a ain't (put your shades back on) Truespeech get em! TRUESPEECH: I heard it said the dollar don't make the man the man works for the dollar But how much further does one stretch just to put a pinky on that piece of change Living in a age where folks tirelessly daily focused on the material that can be bartered with a piece of green Giving up anything in exchange for change in excess Nothing being held back I'm speaking souls for sale to live in a hell wrapped heaven on Earth Building castles on infertile dirt Destined to crumble Dollars don't buy sense But the wise fool said without it he was able to cop a lifetime supply of stress Draped in doubt It's a mess deserving of a ma** cleansing Kids being led to believe as soon as their eyes are open to see that money makes the world go round around You gotta have it to cop some pride or esteem Growing up to believe that without the cream you're nothing more than a peasant And with it There's nothing that can be bought But to invest your heart into it providing all that one needs Sounds like a tale ending tragically The winds of the future past & present whispered Just like the cowrie shell, copper, silver and gold The bank note better known as the dollar bill will eventually go