Lyrics Imaginary Players - V Squad

Yo, I kick that other spit, that no cursing in my verse spit
That weigh the value versus the cost, before purchasing listen
You pill money, I'm pay these bills money
That no debt, no check to check, retirement's sealed money
I never throw money, that's front but be broke money
That fake chain, make it rain Instagram pose with money
I got saved money, 401k money
You ballin out now, caz ya tax return came money
I spit the gospel swift, you need an apologist
That God the Father, God the Son, and Holy Spirit spit
I got tithe money, husband and wife money
That 2 became 1, my cup overruns money
Let's keep it real dough, bro you may have dough
But seek ye 1st the Kingdom & never worry bout dough
I got 62 Books of the Bible plus 4 mo dough
Am I crazy? Or you foogazy, life's much more than just dough papo

And now you got these young cats no clarity mumble cats
Autotune overdose addicts wasting away badly
You see em in the streets and you see exactly that
It's actually pretty sad, where's the real love at?
Wheres the day ones? The tough love from ya fam?
They not tryna lift you up, but always holding out their hands
The rap game has became funny to me
A bunch of copycats yet they yelling "I'm doing me
And the women, money, and cars it's just all a facade
A disguise to block the deep-rooted pain and the scars
But see I see through it
Yet y'all wanna lie to the youth, that's not cool
Speak truth, and watch freedom release you
If you're in doubt, read John 8, verse thirty-two now
Start with verse thirty-one, then read through thirty-two
The burden of proof, I don't want y'all to get it confused
My cards on the table, no fables, I got nothing to lose