[Verse 1: Planetary]

 The object of the game dawg gotta make money
 Take money even if you gotta take the plate from me
 If they on [bad word] eating [bad word] it, take the steak from 'em
 If it's red, who care, man I love and hate money
 On the real tho can't let the love escape from me
 Cuz the hate make a [bad word] wanna shake and break something
 Trying to put my three kids in a life of luxury
 So I gotta hustle hard to even [bad word] 
 Who the [bad word] said life will be like this
 I can't blow, man I'm rhyming ova beats like this
 Rock a hundred dolla trees and a fresh new hat
 My kids all got LeBron's and my wifey stacked
 So I don't even know why I sit [bad word] 
 I got two '06's, my tax is insane
 But the money make the world go round my [bad word] 
 By myself broke down, tore down off liquor

 [Hook]

I've lost my battle before it starts
 My first breath wasn't done
 My spirit's sunken deep into the ground

 [Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild]

 It's the American dream, the root of evil
 That got me going bug, man I'm losing people
 Wake up midnight, start pacing hallways
 Got my mind on my money and it's funny it's all day
 I need big whips, big chains and all that
 Hundred acres and a mattress for a dormant
 I'm always making moves, I can't fall back
 Each dolla that I lose, I'm like respond-react
 I make a few stacks; I put it all on Black
 Cuz it ain't neva enough and that's actual fact
 At the bar wit my niggas, all shots on me
 And then I'm broke the next day, how I'm gon' eat?
 So I work like a slave just to make ends meet
 Infinite pursuit of cash it'll make friends beef
 And I'm sick of feeling like I'm down and out
 So I'mma kick the ceilings and start whylin out

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: Reef the Lost Cauze]

 I gotta eat good, so a [bad word] got three gigs
 I rhyme, work part-time, and I teach kids
 Keep my pockets like I keep fridge full
 Gotta get that fresh [bad word] and them sneaks crisp
 Not to mention all the haze that I blow
 Had to pay my landlord wit the doe I made from the show
 Whateva there's left, yeah I'm spend on self
 Cuz looking bad means feeling bad, that ain't good for your health
 Gotta keep up appearances
 We Brody samples and put out records without eva getting clearances
 Press up some shirts, sell 'em on the websites
 Do whateva we gotta do to get that bread right
 It cost to live and I'm the cost
 So if I want it and I got it, I ain't checking the cost
 But I could be doing good wit my doe and that's real
 Cuz these Jordan's on my feet coulda paid my gas bill