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an0maly - money lyrics

[verse 1: an0maly]
weed got me paranoid
looking at the world like i’m barley sure
i got a roof n’ a job i ain’t very poor
but i had dreams of a better life i swear there’s more
man i’ve seen it on the television i’m very sure
i’ve seen it in the videos in every store
lets see who is selling more
let’s see who could out source it to asia
and maybe then we can save up and raise the taxes and sell it more
maybe we can tell the stores to higher less citizens
hire more immigrants pay em little and littler
give em more work man i wanna make there backs cripple
so i can fly to cali then yacht n’ watch my cash sizzle
how is this money rap music the music for the m-sses
when most are stuck in minimum wage, i don’t get it strange
don’t you wanna spit on there chains, don’t you get what am saying
ain’t it time to get us some f-cking change

[hook: an0amly]
i ain’t got no money
so i don’t wanna hear all these mother f-ckers talk about stunting no
ain’t that funny
they brag about it all n’ laugh cause we have nothing
(x2)

[verse 2: an0maly]
alcohol got me loosened up
but still i don’t wanna be a useless f-ck
rhyming all this stupid stuff
they tell me that i’ll never make it
unless i dumb it down n’ make my sh-t basic
but i’m not a f-cking clown i will never fake it
why would i f-ck the game when i would rather rape it
i don’t need consent from these labels
f-ck all these a&r’s
i ain’t never doing that stupid sh-t i’mma make it raw
they make us feel below, even though were talent
you ain’t f-cking sh-t, you just finding where the talent is
you don’t know what talent is, all you want’s a formula
you can’t even fathom half of the sh-t that i’m forming up
you probably told eminem that he had sh-t to do
now if he ever saw you he’d probably f-ckin’ spit on you
probably take a sh-t on you
and that sh-t is probably the most art that would ever f-ckin’ stick to you
i might sound like a d-ck to you
but you have no idea what these ignorant f-ckin’ d-ck heads do
i’m about to be a f-ckin’ great
get out of my f-ckin’ way before i throw this money in your f-ckin’ face

[hook: an0amly] (x2)

[verse 3: an0maly]
they always try to tell me you gotta fake it till you make it
but to me that just sounds like some played sh-t
it’s almost like you know you ain’t sh-t
just a fake b-tch, make shift gimmick act
making sh-tty raps for little brats
laughing at the middle cl-ss with crippled backs
thank god the target on your chest is so big wack
cause it makes it that much easier for me to sh-t on that

[outro: an0maly]
in an industry full of fakes and clones
somebodies gotta keep it real
somebodies gotta be different
that’s me, an0maly, acid dreams

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