ZVK - Root of Evil / Levels Lyrics

I find it crazy what some people do for the root of all evil
I've seen some things, you've seen some things, and both of them lethal
I see the love of the money, jealousy, greed
And can’t tell the difference
Being in love with the money’s a dangerous game
The Lord is my witness
Count it up
Count it up
Count it up
Numbers on the board keep adding up
They wanted me to sign on the dotted line
But four figures for the salary is not enough
That's all in God’s timing boy
Surpassing their prime, in half of the time
I’m half of their age, my stars are aligned
Coz pressure make diamonds boy
You live for the money
You die for the money
But can’t take it with you
Rather cry in a Bentley
Than cry on a bus
You gon' still need a tissue
I heard when you get to the money
Your phone will blow up
Coz your exes all miss you
Mo money mo problems no biggie
I know it’s gon' solve every issue
Like bun it
Come and put the money in my pocket
Count a million dollars just to tick it off the bucket list
I ain’t going shopping on a budget
I ain’t living broke
That ain’t for discussion
Get it back to the subject
You still wear Margielas in public
But can’t buy no food like a orphan
I ain’t saying that the money's unimportant
I’m saying
I find it crazy what some people do for the root of all evil
I've seen some things, you've seen some things, and both of them lethal
I see your love for the money, jealousy, greed
But can’t tell the difference
Being in love with the money’s a dangerous game
The Lord is my witness
I find it crazy what some people do for the root of all evil
I've seen some things, you've seen some things, and both of them lethal
I see the love of the money, jealousy, greed
I can’t tell the difference
Being in love with the money’s a dangerous game
The Lord is my witness
The Lord is my witness
Levels
Look
I don’t understand how some artists go triple platinum
When everything that they're saying is meaningless
We discuss how we living
Compare it to social media
Incomplete is the feeling
That’s filling us
We too invested in
Lives we ain’t living
Pardon my wisdom
But imma hold my subscription
You’re leaving us
Well you’re leaving me with no choice
These rappers say I’m the voice
You feelin' me but in real life
You ain’t real enough
I’m realer than most
I got rid of the most
Rappers with zero talent
Done with the illest of flows
Kardashian ass rappers
They flashing these cars
Need to go back to their past career
As professional actors
I'must stating the facts
How you say you spit degrees?
You ain’t holding a bachelors
While I study for masters
I’m becoming the master
The Padawan is now the Jedi
And I say it wit my head high
Any rapper out
That you think is great
Tell ‘em I say bring his bars
Better bring his A
Let me hear ‘em spray
Guarantee I’ll have to teach you
And if these missiles were heat-seekers
I guarantee that they wouldn’t reach you
My flow's colder than my wrist new freezer
Bun gold you ain’t even getting silver
Born in the era where they’re taking these pictures with doggy filters
Cos they got more layers than onions out in the winter
Jheez
Yeah, I’m just dishing out opinions man
Stamp my name on the wall
Leave the mark of a million men
You see we glorify the money
When the glory should be given to the Most High
On another level, tryna avoid dancing with the devil
But this papers got you tripping and you know I’m right

I find it crazy what some people do for the root of all evil
I've seen some things, you've seen some things, and both of them lethal
I see the love of the money, jealousy, greed
And can’t tell the difference
Being in love with the money’s a dangerous game
The Lord is my witness
Count it up
Count it up
Count it up
Numbers on the board keep adding up
They wanted me to sign on the dotted line
But four figures for the salary is not enough
That's all in God’s timing boy
Surpassing their prime, in half of the time
I’m half of their age, my stars are aligned
Coz pressure make diamonds boy
You live for the money
You die for the money
But can’t take it with you
Rather cry in a Bentley
Than cry on a bus
You gon' still need a tissue
I heard when you get to the money
Your phone will blow up
Coz your exes all miss you
Mo money mo problems no biggie
I know it’s gon' solve every issue
Like bun it
Come and put the money in my pocket
Count a million dollars just to tick it off the bucket list
I ain’t going shopping on a budget
I ain’t living broke
That ain’t for discussion
Get it back to the subject
You still wear Margielas in public
But can’t buy no food like a orphan
I ain’t saying that the money's unimportant
I’m saying
I find it crazy what some people do for the root of all evil
I've seen some things, you've seen some things, and both of them lethal
I see your love for the money, jealousy, greed
But can’t tell the difference
Being in love with the money’s a dangerous game
The Lord is my witness
I find it crazy what some people do for the root of all evil
I've seen some things, you've seen some things, and both of them lethal
I see the love of the money, jealousy, greed
I can’t tell the difference
Being in love with the money’s a dangerous game
The Lord is my witness
The Lord is my witness
Levels
Look
I don’t understand how some artists go triple platinum
When everything that they're saying is meaningless
We discuss how we living
Compare it to social media
Incomplete is the feeling
That’s filling us
We too invested in
Lives we ain’t living
Pardon my wisdom
But imma hold my subscription
You’re leaving us
Well you’re leaving me with no choice
These rappers say I’m the voice
You feelin' me but in real life
You ain’t real enough
I’m realer than most
I got rid of the most
Rappers with zero talent
Done with the illest of flows
Kardashian ass rappers
They flashing these cars
Need to go back to their past career
As professional actors
I'must stating the facts
How you say you spit degrees?
You ain’t holding a bachelors
While I study for masters
I’m becoming the master
The Padawan is now the Jedi
And I say it wit my head high
Any rapper out
That you think is great
Tell ‘em I say bring his bars
Better bring his A
Let me hear ‘em spray
Guarantee I’ll have to teach you
And if these missiles were heat-seekers
I guarantee that they wouldn’t reach you
My flow's colder than my wrist new freezer
Bun gold you ain’t even getting silver
Born in the era where they’re taking these pictures with doggy filters
Cos they got more layers than onions out in the winter
Jheez
Yeah, I’m just dishing out opinions man
Stamp my name on the wall
Leave the mark of a million men
You see we glorify the money
When the glory should be given to the Most High
On another level, tryna avoid dancing with the devil
But this papers got you tripping and you know I’m right