Make My The Roots (Ft. Big K.R.I.T. & Dice Raw)

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T]
I did it all for the money, Lord, it's what it seems
Well in the world of night terrors, it's hard to dream
They holl'in', "Cash rules everything," just call it cream
'Cause when it rises to the top, you get the finer things
Ocean fronts, rolling blunts with model chickens
Saying grace over lobster and steak
Like, please forgive us for riding Benzes with camera plates
Too busy looking backwards for jackers to pump my brakes
For help signs to symbolize the lives that hunger takes
Addicted to the green; if I don't ball, I get the shakes
I'd give it all for a peace of mind, for Heaven's sakes
My heart's so heavy that the ropes that hold my casket breaks
'Cause everything that wasn't for me, I had to chase
I had to take, I had to take

[Hook: Dice Raw]
They told me that the ends
Won't justify the means
And they told me at the end
It won't justify the dreams
That I've had since a child
Maybe I'll throw in the towel
Make my (Make my), make my (Make my)
Departure from the world