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    "Millionaires" Lyrics

    Wanna. feat. Talib Kweli and Mood

    Everyone is claiming riches
    The finest bitches
    Lexus' and Land's driving 'round without a plan
    Everyone wants to go buck
    But can you plant some food for yourself
    When the land is looking rough?
    This is the life
    Equivanlent of the real
    Don't live beyond your means
    In this harsh-ass dream
    Cause who will be 'round
    When your life is looking down?

    Be true to yourself
    Plants your roots in the ground

    The ghetto is desolate
    But don't be forgettin'
    Money exchanges hands like Off Track Bettin'
    Project heat will keep ya sweatin'
    Release energy through pores
    Battles for thesis that held the project wars
    Bullets never pour
    Snatch your life from menacin crack-whores
    By standing just outside of the limits of the law
    On the face of human waste
    Standin' out like cold sores
    It's what Black kids embrace
    So fuck a Cold War
    If the Berlin Wall falls
    What you be fightin' for?

    Cause devils come together to oppress me some more
    It's clear fuck a tactic that's old like menopause
    Yo I get down for mines
    Stay out my way gettin' yours
    MC's who was just fakin'
    You should stop now because
    Real guns in your mouth
    Cause shit in your drawers
    And besides, you got much more to live for
    Is hip-hop worth dying for?
    Are you sure?
    Whenever I arrive
    Niggaz know my steez
    Au-revoir MC's
    Hit the floor and freeze
    All my sons waving guns in barbaric fashion
    Yo they children don't listen
    They just imitate they actions

    There's mad millionaires in the ghetto
    All material things lose their value in time
    That's why you'll find I'm a millionaire of the mind
    I pack a million thoughts in every rhyme
    Another millionaire dies every day

    Effeminate character MC
    Miscommunicate, oppress us, distress us
    Relay the data like a messenger from Mecca
    How many men can testify to they treasure?
    Is this the neverland, the promised land?
    Sheep for slaughter
    Frontin' sons but ya can't feed your daughters
    What's your livin?
    Playin' to push a man for ¿Sam?
    Gettin' wired
    And these are the days, the last plague
    Watch the fire
    Sensation relation the physical manifestation
    Man's elation -- material accommodation
    Facin this world
    Conglomeratin' corporations
    Deeper than the thesis
    Observation of creation
    Money makes a man rule a nation
    After greed is lust
    And soon to follow is distrust
    This ghetto paranoia is the reason that you bust
    Caught up in the cipher
    Having negative thoughts
    There's one less millionaire every single day
    And you could be the next
    This life is rougher than the sex
    Sex, sex

    Yo I wonder when I get the land cruiser and the lex
    (No sweats)
    Dodgin' users from the other sex
    I wonder if my own people will be next
    I need respect that don't come with no weekly check
    I know ghetto millionaires
    They got cold chillin stares
    And drug-dealin airs
    They make hairs stand up on the backs of necks of ¿mayors?
    Who blow up fish markets and got various targets
    They sweepin' shit under carpets
    I move stealth through the chicken-heads
    With talcum on they chests
    Yo Malcom's gone
    And the elders ain't impressed with my struggle
    I try to make a profit and I'll flip it so it double
    Being poor just ain't worth the trouble
    Extension of my mansion
    Where I keep my stacks
    Deep in the study where my nerve endings react
    There ain't no stoppin me
    My feelings and thoughts I have monopolies
    Magnetic fields and fields of dreams is my property
    Poor people who are stupid die quickly
    I'm a millionaire that's carrying all my assets with me
    I go past the physical world like Sufis
    My people's was sold one-by-one like Lucy's
    These niggaz got grams but no lands yo you losin me
    Watch that first step, its a doozie

    There's mad millionaires in the ghetto
    All material things lose their value in time
    That's why you'll find I'm a millionaire of the mind
    I pack a million thoughts in every rhyme
    Another millionaire dies every day
    This song was submitted on December 7th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Stephen Kipner, Andrew Marcus Frampton, Mark Anthony Sheehan, Daniel John O'donoghue.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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