Root of Evil

Fuck this city, call me for a show I fuck around and cancel
If I got to I’ll go back to stackin', trappin' off the Apple (off the iJack)
I’m with Cheesy, Jay, Nita, Breezy meet me on the
(Lane)
On the Lane, no specific drink I pull up in my Snapple (I'm leanin')
I might pop up, any town whatever, cruise up through Newcastle (Newcastle)
Check my schedule, what we gettin' into,
on my manual (my manual)
Call up Maglin, another bag landed, meet me at the venue (We catchin')
Any nigga droppin' hot as us, I drove they instrumental (I drove it)
Any bitch that’ll suck me up I probably killed her mental (her brain)
If he say he used to fuck with us he proplaby unnofficial (pussy)
Cuz' we cut off any nigga that we feel won’t use his pistol
Since young bulls, we was leavin' school without no damn dismissal (get high)
Its some beef, I still got to eat, hustlin totin' the nickel
Countin racks with the throwback jersey, rock it throwback thursday
I remember I was young and thirsty, no cake on my birthday
Whip it harder, how I play the water, niggas call me mermaid
, fuckin with the water I whipped up a hurricane
Let’s get high baby, you in the mood to smoke
That’s that moon rock, astronaut, Pluto (Pluto)
Got them dirty birds, like Julio (the dirty birds)
Baby we like Bobby Shmurda at the studio
Ain’t ever had shit, that ain’t true no more (true true)
Run up that chicken, chicken, til the sushi go (chicken chicken chicken)
Boy, don’t sell your soul (sell your soul)
To them people (to them people)
There’s a reason they say money Root of Evil