Root Of All Evil Lyrics - Indigoism - The Underachievers

[Bridge:] 

Big dreams, big cream, get it all with the team 

Big dreams, big cream, get it all with the team 

[Verse 1:] 

Uh, motivated, this by the smelling money 

Taking my niggas out the hood make sure they never above me, 

Taking your bitches out your aunts with the killer swag, 

Seeing that most you niggas fake now I don't realest bad 

Feelin spazz and they already on the beat 

Hold my nigga see be dumb, mammy RIP in this beat, 

Take you down to the ghettos to the streets 

Them creators like your pedo in the kitchen cooking heat, 

Quit the bitchin my nigga and get some more cash, 

Don't stop stackin' till the storm is on your forecast 

Hit the strip club throw it all on a ho's ass 

Ain't tell you why, tell em don't ask, yeah 

[Hook:] 

Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga 

Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go. 

Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga 

Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go. 

[Verse 2:] 

Okay I'm stackin paper, get high like them strapers, 

Two blunts now I make like the tater, 

Two bitches in the back, entertainers 

How you get in lane with no paper? 

But you don't hear me though, 

Elevated high when I'm off that drow 

Got that low three double 0 for the oh, 

Some of these oh puffin on that heavy smoke 

Say I'm on my shit, prophetic it's when you hear me spit 

Psychedelic kid when I'm off that here 

And the LS chick and a couple bone rips, 

Keep you circle tight, bithes out here, yea them niggas gon bite 

Never see clanly so with the tray by me 

Dee me now only use one round get down, 

But I ain't no killer, promise I blow go get them sinners 

Count my figure in the sugar of the winner 

To my summers and my winters and they only got witters, 

Count stacks laid back, where my herbs at? 

It was the finest a lot I'm a burn that 

There's no drug here, go learn that 

Get upon shit, nigga, like nigga work promises 

So pot that medicine, got that remedy for the medicine, 

Here another nation, liberation 

From the late month for me is I'm blessed like a mason, 

Psycho like I'm Jackson and I'm checksing all the richest big faces, 

Live life elevated, New York on them bitches nigga, I'm faded. 

[Hook:] 

Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga 

Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go. 

Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga 

Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go. 

[Bridge: x2] 

Big dreams, big cream get it all with the team 

Big dreams, big cream get it all with the team 

[Verse 3:] 

Uh, elevated and that's an understatement 

Worth by the power of Satan, addicted to the payments 

We all sinners, nigga no one is perfect, 

We all winners I just happened in the surface, 

The root to evil, dollars consuming people 

People consuming dollars, like God there is no equal 

They good they miles away, so timeless pay get on our race 

I'm to say, ridin for your honor, nigga crime pays 

The time say this ass slipping down the our glass, 

No room for error in this era of the first class 

Gotta adapt or get trapped, stack and get off of the mat 

Nigga fuck them bitches, taste your goals, get them riches 

Oh Lord. 

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