(Chorus)
Just give me all my needs and some of my wants
Don't make me too wealthy or I might forget you Lord
But please don't make me too poor or I'll be tempted to steal
Just give me clothes O Lord and a good ole' fashioned meal uh huh
I tell my peeps I was like
18 hungry for a chance for recognition
to get paid ...for my talent
as a ...hip hop musician
I raised ...spirits from the dead
thru musical inventions
I laid...time and energy
into...my compositions
In time people started to request some for my pieces
Dey like starting to channel they dollars for my releases
I'm like totally flattered and then the money flowed
And as they say in this biz you know how the rest goes
It's like hotels 5 star wit suites that meet
Together private bell cap's fall at feets to get whatever
Women want to get to me cuz dey see the ballin'
All this luxury & heat from years of crawling
Everybody wants to be down with the money
But Nobody wants to pay dues ain't dat funny?
So dey dive for the fast buck but the pools been drained
So now dey lying on the concrete while banging dey brain
This love of money!
Luxury don't give me too much
Credit cards I don't wanna spend what I ain't got
Limosines it's all good sometimes
Everybody wants to live fine
Give me just enough to eat right
Food to eat and clothes on a cold night
You're blessing me everything extra is fine
The credits all yours and it's not mine
(Chorus)
Just give me all my needs and some of my wants (dat's right)
Don't make me too wealthy or I might forget you Lord
But please don't make me too poor or I'll be tempted to steal
Just give me clothes O Lord and a good ole' fashioned meal uuh huh
9 lives verse:
Modest men turn to monsters over monetary gain in this game
People identify with fortune and fame
Always the same story came up from nothing to something
A little status starts the over consumption
What's the function of the frontin and l***in over the loot
Some say it's the root of all evil but tell me is that the truth?
Does our ego make us feel like we got something to prove
And that success is measured by expensive cars and jewels I can't call it
Luxury don't give me too much
Credit cards I don't wanna spend what I ain't got
Limosines it's all good sometimes
Everybody wants to live fine
Give me just enough to eat right
Food to eat and clothes on a cold night
You're blessing me everything extra is fine
The credits all yours and it's not mine
(Chorus)
Just give me all my needs and some of my wants (dat's right)
Don't make me too wealthy or I might forget you Lord
But please don't make me too poor or I'll be tempted to steal
Just give me clothes O Lord and a good ole' fashioned meal uuh huh
Just give me all my needs and some of my wants
Don't make me too wealthy or I might forget you Lord
But please don't make me too poor or I'll be tempted to steal
Just give me clothes O Lord and a good ole' fashioned meal uh huh
I tell my peeps I was like
18 hungry for a chance for recognition
to get paid ...for my talent
as a ...hip hop musician
I raised ...spirits from the dead
thru musical inventions
I laid...time and energy
into...my compositions
In time people started to request some for my pieces
Dey like starting to channel they dollars for my releases
I'm like totally flattered and then the money flowed
And as they say in this biz you know how the rest goes
It's like hotels 5 star wit suites that meet
Together private bell cap's fall at feets to get whatever
Women want to get to me cuz dey see the ballin'
All this luxury & heat from years of crawling
Everybody wants to be down with the money
But Nobody wants to pay dues ain't dat funny?
So dey dive for the fast buck but the pools been drained
So now dey lying on the concrete while banging dey brain
This love of money!
Luxury don't give me too much
Credit cards I don't wanna spend what I ain't got
Limosines it's all good sometimes
Everybody wants to live fine
Give me just enough to eat right
Food to eat and clothes on a cold night
You're blessing me everything extra is fine
The credits all yours and it's not mine
(Chorus)
Just give me all my needs and some of my wants (dat's right)
Don't make me too wealthy or I might forget you Lord
But please don't make me too poor or I'll be tempted to steal
Just give me clothes O Lord and a good ole' fashioned meal uuh huh
9 lives verse:
Modest men turn to monsters over monetary gain in this game
People identify with fortune and fame
Always the same story came up from nothing to something
A little status starts the over consumption
What's the function of the frontin and l***in over the loot
Some say it's the root of all evil but tell me is that the truth?
Does our ego make us feel like we got something to prove
And that success is measured by expensive cars and jewels I can't call it
Luxury don't give me too much
Credit cards I don't wanna spend what I ain't got
Limosines it's all good sometimes
Everybody wants to live fine
Give me just enough to eat right
Food to eat and clothes on a cold night
You're blessing me everything extra is fine
The credits all yours and it's not mine
(Chorus)
Just give me all my needs and some of my wants (dat's right)
Don't make me too wealthy or I might forget you Lord
But please don't make me too poor or I'll be tempted to steal
Just give me clothes O Lord and a good ole' fashioned meal uuh huh