Talib Kweli - Money Good lyrics
[Talib Kweli - Money Good lyrics]
It's not so much a business where you make
A lot of money but if you
Enjoy the business then the money comes but
If you're looking for the fast
Instant kind of famous and money
It's going to be boring
To you because it doesn't
Happen quite like that
When the money come it's sweet as a honeybun
But when the money gone they
Hide like a honeycomb
They tell you get your education
Nigga, go to college
They colonizing your mind like Rhodesia
What you, a Rhodes scholar?
They never tell you that degree
Is just a receipt
You be paying off them loans
Til you're 6 feet deep peep
In my environment every snitch
Gon' have to die you ask me why
Cuz my entitlement is American as apple pie
It's hard to get a check
It's easy to get in debt then get it wet
You could get a little head
For a little bread that shit is dead
Get by, get over
You gotta get ahead or be back in the shelter
By 12 so you can get a bed
The conditions you raised in is
Preyin on your decision making
You concentrating on that short paper
The broad paper, that hard candy
That jaw breaker the dark side of the force
Pay for that Lord Vader
How you tell a nigga from the hood?
We on the Dirty
Sexy Money like Blair Underwood
My money good
Can't touch it
It's only human to want to look money talk
My shit be tellin everyone to shhh
My money good
The millionaire musician a
Fairly recent phenomenon
Before there was musicians performing
On the street corners out in the deep forest
The city drop the beat
The night air sing a sweet chorus
The trees lean toward us in
Order to take in the cO2 that we let out and
Convert it into oxygen
Every time you blow a breath out
You start the cycle again
Recycle the wind, spin it any way you want it
It's priceless, this life is a blessing
No matter how you slice it or dice it
You can grill it like a swordfish
A beautiful mind, the bars gorgeous
I know I'm a suspect
When I'm walking and the streets
Is like my office
We the working class artists
They wishin that we was porpoise
But, I know my worth
Tell em to make an offer of gold first
I'm in the fight of my life
And I'm taking the whole purse soul search
For getting paid for creating the cold verse
Got the money on my mind
Tryna escape and it don't work church
A lot of money but if you
Enjoy the business then the money comes but
If you're looking for the fast
Instant kind of famous and money
It's going to be boring
To you because it doesn't
Happen quite like that
When the money come it's sweet as a honeybun
But when the money gone they
Hide like a honeycomb
They tell you get your education
Nigga, go to college
They colonizing your mind like Rhodesia
What you, a Rhodes scholar?
They never tell you that degree
Is just a receipt
You be paying off them loans
Til you're 6 feet deep peep
In my environment every snitch
Gon' have to die you ask me why
Cuz my entitlement is American as apple pie
It's hard to get a check
It's easy to get in debt then get it wet
You could get a little head
For a little bread that shit is dead
Get by, get over
You gotta get ahead or be back in the shelter
By 12 so you can get a bed
The conditions you raised in is
Preyin on your decision making
You concentrating on that short paper
The broad paper, that hard candy
That jaw breaker the dark side of the force
Pay for that Lord Vader
How you tell a nigga from the hood?
We on the Dirty
Sexy Money like Blair Underwood
My money good
Can't touch it
It's only human to want to look money talk
My shit be tellin everyone to shhh
My money good
The millionaire musician a
Fairly recent phenomenon
Before there was musicians performing
On the street corners out in the deep forest
The city drop the beat
The night air sing a sweet chorus
The trees lean toward us in
Order to take in the cO2 that we let out and
Convert it into oxygen
Every time you blow a breath out
You start the cycle again
Recycle the wind, spin it any way you want it
It's priceless, this life is a blessing
No matter how you slice it or dice it
You can grill it like a swordfish
A beautiful mind, the bars gorgeous
I know I'm a suspect
When I'm walking and the streets
Is like my office
We the working class artists
They wishin that we was porpoise
But, I know my worth
Tell em to make an offer of gold first
I'm in the fight of my life
And I'm taking the whole purse soul search
For getting paid for creating the cold verse
Got the money on my mind
Tryna escape and it don't work church