Money money money

Money money money

Is what we all need

In this life

If we want to succeed

Yet on the street 

We fight and bleed

From those who don't care

Oh yes indeed

Yet as I write

These words without greed

I understand

Those that lead

And that's the rappers

Of a dieing breed

For there the ones

That always take heed

To many things

From a blossoming seed

Yet have the power

To always get freed

To carry on

Oh yes indeed

Even if bloodshed

Is not agreed

For it's their hood

Where they feed

Which many respect

Oh yes indeed

Yet on the street

A stranger will plead

We got to live

To try and succeed

While stepping on toes

So we can feed

In a different way

Oh yes indeed

Yet sometimes it's true

We never take heed

And become the victim

Of a dieing breed

Because money money money

Is what we all need

In this life

If we want to succeed