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Material Ill
m.smith
1. I aint worried about no money I aint worried about no bitches
As long as I have God I have all the fuckin riches
Now you can have the drugs and the sex and the doe
But you can’t fill that hole that’s deep in your soul
But what do I know I’m a high statistic
I aint feelin low just bein realistic
You’re really trippin hard on some shit that aint real
Forget about your mansion and your fuckin automobile
You’re so material ill you never get your fill
2. I aint trippin on no smartphone back in the day was pagers
The fuckin illuminati was back in the middle ages
Sick and tired of that rap it’s killin hip hop
It’s the industry’s trap so I suggest you stop”
Open up your brain and you might find your mind
It’s all right to be insane welcome to the end times
I’m sick of the frontin and the gamin for the gains
I aint sayin nothing just tryin to switch lanes
You’re so material ill you never get your fill
3. If I’m comin across hard I don’t apologize
I’m a pull the card cause you got to realize
Everything that you see when you look around the globe
Will no longer be when all this fuckin shit blows
All you’re takin with you when you go into the grave
Is how much you loved and hated and who you lost and saved
It’s not hard to understand it’s just that no one wants to
They supply what you demand after they’ve brainwashed you
You’re so material ill you never get your fill
