“Money Trees (Featuring Jay Rock)” by Kendrick Lamar

Everybody gon’ respect the shooter, but the one in front of the gun lives forever.

Hit the house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish
Home invasion was persuasive
From nine to five I know it’s vacant, ya bish

Back when condom wrappers wasn’t cool
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond “Let It Burn” came on

You looking like a easy come-up, ya bish
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
And that’s a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue

Dreams of living life like rappers do
Bump that new E-40 at the school
(we at the school)
You know, “Big Ballin’ With My Homies”
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational

Back to reality we poor, ya bish
Another casualty at war, ya bish
Two bullets in my uncle Tony head
He said one day I’d be on tour, ya bish

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison tell me what you do
Everybody gon’ respect the shooter

And I been hustlin’ all day,
This a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say

[Jay Rock:]
Imagine Rock up in them projects where them niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don’t miss them stockings,
Liquor spilling pistols popping
Baking soda YOLA whipping,
Ain’t no turkey on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a nigga,
I just hope the Lord forgive him

Pots with cocaine residue,
Every day I’m hustling
What else is a thug to do
When you eat cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter n’em,
Get the fuck up out my way, bitch
Got that drum and I got them bands
Just like a parade, bitch

Drop that work up in the bushes,
Hope them boys don’t see my stash
If they do tell the truth,
This the last time you might see my ass

From the gardens where the grass ain’t cut,
Them serpents lurking blood
Bitches selling pussy, niggas
Selling drugs but it’s all good

Broken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it is
Take your Js and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is

In the streets with a heater under my
Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison tell me what you do
Everybody gon’ respect the shooter


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