Michael Fredo

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 light skin and I ju' liked her
But them online comments made a toxic environment, look

E'ry since then, I been on my own
Mama said I really need a wife, though
First hit, I was weatherin' storms
My second wind, I'm finna be a cyclone, ay

A lotta fakin', a lotta bitin', uh
A lotta 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 surveyin' the salutations
I'm surfin' 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 name to stay afloat
And it's too many Fredos, and it's not enough boats