Greenbacks (feat. Ricky Blanko, Zeallus the Offbeat & Seaux Kamino)

Life is but a dollar and a dream Money seems to always be the theme Know just what I mean Always on my mind got bigger schemes Trynna ride in limousines sit back collect the green Like Joey said man I'm trynna get the green back Stack it up all for the fam just so I can lean back Money for the peace of mind man I think I need that Something like a one of kind yea I think I be that Make it 50 ways in 50 days Got bigger plans in mind Need better raise and bigger pays Look for blue faces in new places need bigger spaces Trynna make the crib like an oasis you niggas basic Life is but a dollar and a dream Money seems to always be the theme Know just what I mean Always on my mind got bigger schemes Trynna ride in limousines sit back collect the green What you do it for? Need a house up in the hills chasing thrills that's the money What you do it for? For the ones that you love up above that's the money Look, what you trynna do What you trynna prove What you trynna lose Sacrifice to gain understand the understatement always patient Me and my niggas stay on the move never second Running laps to stay in place Thinking bout the time I need haste My pace at stake from the ways I see to make it stack family yeah they need that Had to dip get ripped flip the script then brisk Get real Cold on em Learn the code on em Never fold on em Check it see the fire in my pigment Hold a essence or transcendence On a mission far beyond Your pensions But the mentions say none Cause tensions if so lots of presidents i need The relevance i feed With intelligence i plead The message from the temple I seek What's mine tat it on my chest Nothing more nothing less nigga I did it cause I thought that if I got a grip on How to deposit a dollar into my pocket I would be happy My heart beat hit a Stan Lee In it for a minute then it hit a flat Stanley Stabbin at these transactions Had my pockets on swiss Caught a buck shot's worth of hollow tips in my happiness Had a handfull heavy as anvils And you tellin me to keep my damn cup half full? Imma fool for not knowing for me My reasons for chasin the broccoli Brought me smoke and no clarity I want smoke in all sincerity Society set me up for suffering silently When I realize that greenbacks ain't shit Packin' up my duffel just to hustle like the bag lady But I guess I got sprayed with the gamma ray Cause these green eyes got a nigga real mad lately What's enough when you're filling your cup Spill the tea but it still ain't enough Prioritizing a skill ain't enough How much bread do I need Fore it heads into greed With a villainous touch Young tiller With the mood of upheaval Illusions deceive Of money being rooted in evil It's usually in people So who do we lean to? The double cup under the One that sucks life outta us We drink it while it stomachs us I've been getting stronger All these fights know my verses getting longer More I learn more shit I start to ponder Try to find some answers and the more I start to wander Questions so vast feel like I'm lost at sea Don't know what's under or what it could be If I keep diving lower will it make shit harder Worried I might drown swimming in these Blue waters