Make My - The Roots/Big K.R.I.T./Dice Raw

I did it all for the money Lord

That's what it seems

Well in the world of night terrors it's

Hard to dream they hollerin' cash rules everything

Just call it cream cause when it rises to the top

You get the finer things

Oceanfronts rolling blunts with model chicks

And saying grace over lobster and steak

Like please forgive us for

Riding Benzes with camera plates

Too busy looking backwards for jackers to pump my brakes

For help signs to symbolize the lives that hunger takes

Addicted to the green if I don't ball I'll get the shakes

I'd give it all for peace of mind for Heaven's sake

My heart's so heavy that the ropes that hold my casket break

Cause everything that wasn't for me I had to chase

They told me that the ends

Won't justify the means

They told me at the end

Don't justify the dreams

That I've had since a child

Maybe I'll throw in the towel

Make my (make my)

Make my (make my)

Departure from the world

Tryin' to control the fits of panic

Unwritten and unraveled it's the dead man's pedantic

Whatever see it's really just a matter of semantics

When everybody's fresh out of collateral to damage

My splaying got me praying like a mantis

I begin to vanish

Feel the pull of the blank canvas

I'm contemplating that special dedication

To whoever it concern my letter of resignation

Fading back to black my dark coronation

The heat of the day the long robe of muerte

That soul is in the atmosphere like airplay

If there's a Heaven I can't find a stairway

They told me that the ends

Won't justify the means

They told me at the end

Don't justify the dreams

That I've had since a child

Maybe I'll throw in the towel

Make my (make my)

Make my (make my)

Departure from the world