Michael Fredo

[Intro]

Money trees grew from the root of evil

[Verse 1]

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 gatеkeepers be entitlеd, uh

I'm out the way, I'm just bein' quiet

But too many Fredo niggas thinkin' they—

[Verse 2]

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