Good Lord, What good is it to gain the whole world
And lose your soul in the process
Are you running for the fortune and fame
Or for the passion and love
I seat back and relax you know, I stay cool in my zone you know
Every second precious on my Rolex, I play the game by the rules you know
I write them seven eight bars, I can get dem six figures check
It's just a little mathematical and my approach is diplomatical
I'm trilingual, I speak money power respect, I got big dreams and one life to live
You gonna see me early, not a minute to late
I'm on a mission for the paper, currency by any means legit, no glock
Desensitized, that's why cold like an ice block
Before you cast the first stone my homie tell
How far would you push to feed your family
Survival instinct in a fake materialistic world
It's just a business, it's all about the money when I hear you talking
Fake music business nine times out of ten is a lie
It's just a business fortune fame glory what's the price of a soul
Fake music business hell is still burning
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Nothing personal nothing personal
It's bigger than the music bigger than the cash, far beyond your imagination
Deeper than a grave, hotter than a spotlight, that's why they dumb dem down
Here come the babylonian folks again
Shut them down before they mess up my brain
I see evil in your words, wicked man, lyrics can murder
We don't walk the same line, I'm on a straitened road
Naked shall I return to dust
I got love for my ghetto youth, I got that positive vibe you know
I'm on a frontline for my people, I got that revolutionary blood
It's just a business, it's all about the money when I hear you talking
Fake music business nine times out of ten is a lie
It's just a business fortune fame glory what's the price of a soul
Fake music business hell is still burning
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Mark Balet - Nothing Personal Lyrics
Mark Balet - Nothing Personal Lyrics
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Good Lord, What good is it to gain the whole world
And lose your soul in the process
Are you running for the fortune and fame
Or for the passion and love
I seat back and relax you know, I stay cool in my zone you know
Every second precious on my Rolex, I play the game by the rules you know
I write them seven eight bars, I can get dem six figures check
It's just a little mathematical and my approach is diplomatical
I'm trilingual, I speak money power respect, I got big dreams and one life to live
You gonna see me early, not a minute to late
I'm on a mission for the paper, currency by any means legit, no glock
Desensitized, that's why cold like an ice block
Before you cast the first stone my homie tell
How far would you push to feed your family
Survival instinct in a fake materialistic world
It's just a business, it's all about the money when I hear you talking
Fake music business nine times out of ten is a lie
It's just a business fortune fame glory what's the price of a soul
Fake music business hell is still burning
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Nothing personal nothing personal
It's bigger than the music bigger than the cash, far beyond your imagination
Deeper than a grave, hotter than a spotlight, that's why they dumb dem down
Here come the babylonian folks again
Shut them down before they mess up my brain
I see evil in your words, wicked man, lyrics can murder
We don't walk the same line, I'm on a straitened road
Naked shall I return to dust
I got love for my ghetto youth, I got that positive vibe you know
I'm on a frontline for my people, I got that revolutionary blood
It's just a business, it's all about the money when I hear you talking
Fake music business nine times out of ten is a lie
It's just a business fortune fame glory what's the price of a soul
Fake music business hell is still burning
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
And lose your soul in the process
Are you running for the fortune and fame
Or for the passion and love
I seat back and relax you know, I stay cool in my zone you know
Every second precious on my Rolex, I play the game by the rules you know
I write them seven eight bars, I can get dem six figures check
It's just a little mathematical and my approach is diplomatical
I'm trilingual, I speak money power respect, I got big dreams and one life to live
You gonna see me early, not a minute to late
I'm on a mission for the paper, currency by any means legit, no glock
Desensitized, that's why cold like an ice block
Before you cast the first stone my homie tell
How far would you push to feed your family
Survival instinct in a fake materialistic world
It's just a business, it's all about the money when I hear you talking
Fake music business nine times out of ten is a lie
It's just a business fortune fame glory what's the price of a soul
Fake music business hell is still burning
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Nothing personal nothing personal
It's bigger than the music bigger than the cash, far beyond your imagination
Deeper than a grave, hotter than a spotlight, that's why they dumb dem down
Here come the babylonian folks again
Shut them down before they mess up my brain
I see evil in your words, wicked man, lyrics can murder
We don't walk the same line, I'm on a straitened road
Naked shall I return to dust
I got love for my ghetto youth, I got that positive vibe you know
I'm on a frontline for my people, I got that revolutionary blood
It's just a business, it's all about the money when I hear you talking
Fake music business nine times out of ten is a lie
It's just a business fortune fame glory what's the price of a soul
Fake music business hell is still burning
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Ambitious mind into the same old trap
While some just don't believe the hype
Writer: Mark Balet
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid