Kut Sotor - THE LOVER OF MONEY Lyrics

The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see

Son ain't nice like me
He can't spit these bars like me
You'll have to hook ''em up to a IV
To get like me
Yes! Death is so pricy
He can't sweat anymore finally
This time It's getting dicey
Nor can he Stand up to piss
Today or any day Like me,
No we're talking spicy
System is shutting down he's hit
Now it's more than likely
He needs more than prayer slim
No cash or credit can save ya pimp
So check 'em like Nike slick
Or
Throw them in the Dead Sea slim
No imitation on my feet still
Your limitation proves your a weak kill
No this isn't a fire drill
Or survivors after I over kill
Or over run mill
Never seen defeat or met his cousin lost at any cost
These broke emcees are lyrically lost
Are you kidding me asking who's the boss
You can't afford my vanity or the cost
I can simply paint a picture
Wit these words magically
Then floss on you candidly
Candidly

The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see

Your Photos of private planes
On social media are a distraction
You're not thinking of bigger actions
Trust me You will see no picture
When the limelight hit ya
Crime life ending with you
When the son of man
Coming to get you
I still won't smile for you
Like we're not family fool
I heard the feds
Got a thick file on you
Separately
You know the method they use
From back in the days
In the seventies
These f*ck niggas are maggoty
They could die and that ain't no tragedy
They don't have money or time family
Or can say the right shit
On beat rascally
So no need for a shade tree
I got them toasted already
Bad luck on them like confetti
She's giving head on her thick-knee
She's a quick feed
Imma go green to get this money by any means
Please don't like me
It won't help you out
I don't want to hear him out
I gotta go pull up on the scene
And air him out
That's what they say to do
To be cool
With their songs

The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see
The Lover of money hates God
It's easy to see