michael fredo

Wale

Money trees grew from the root of evil

Look, money trees grew from the root of evil
Makin peace with who I gave my seed to
I don t like it, but she gotta do what she do
Fuck, hunger strikes, I ain t feedin egos, look
God got me, so what could stop me?
Maybe a white wife and the paparazzi
Look, she was lightskin and I just liked her
But them online comments made a toxic environment, look
Every since then, I been on my own
Mama said I really need a wife, though
First hit, I was weathering storms
My second wind, I m finna be a cyclone, ayy
A lot of fakin , a lot of bitin , uh
A lot of gatekeepers be entitled, uh
I m out the way, I m just bein quiet
But too many Fredo niggas thinkin they?

Money trees got me under the shade
Name ring, fuck a fuckin bouquet
Went to war, came back and shit has changed
I m afraid this how villains is made
I m surveying the salutations
I m surfing through it, don t care who wavy
This rich and famous shit ain t sustainable
Know that Doug Davis, my Tommy Hagen
What? I count paper, y all count favors
You know it s family over most
I know it s family that ll snake
Losin sanity while I m tryna cope
Either way, it s dark and I m all alone
All my sunny days died with my bros
Niggas lie on names to stay afloat
And it s too many Fredos and it s not enough boats