Money Grows

VERSE 1
it's a crime thriller
not gangstas and gunshots
a drug topic
meet crack charlie and skunk bob
they dont bust glocks but push buds rocks and plus stock some stuff what makes eye sockets look odd
skunk bob's down the bus stop to drop an ounce of lush buds off around his hood
knocks on houses and drug spots
reached crack charlie at the biscuit and sweet shop
swapped some afghani buds and split with his three rocks
prescriptions he needs lots
he deals for cheese
dodgin tax
money thats funded from goods frequently copped by kids with rich folk that buy hits and disco biscuits and dope heads that's high from the splif smoke
a virtual travel agent sellin tablet trips with no insurance packages
it's hazardous when neckin acids flip
and whether puttin smack in sticks or crack or blastin cabbages
remember money grows
drug plantin gangs are stackin chips

HOOK
money doesn't grow on trees
in fact i don't believe in that
why?
all you really need to haves the right seeds and lamps

VERSE 2
charlie learned to cook from chemistry text books
sellin drugs best to get adrenaline pepped up
lessons he read up's physics and laws of motion drivin always holdin hoards of stones and mobile phones ring
high on speed he travels long distance over time
peer pressure force on areas
shifting stones from rides
crack rock peddling in flat block settlements
to high class spots
cabbage patch crops
selling it for hungry ounce profits or good amounts off it
evergreen tree leaves
aren't runnin out of it
at night they work while writers lurk and chrome up the lines
vandalisin advertisin words
controllin kids minds like selling that garbage
while he's spendin cash cards
invest in black markets
at darkness it's the crack harvest
feeling the buzz of overdosin on the freedom of drugs
that could just be reason enough for kids who buy bags from sweet shops and get hyper on it
graduate to bags from weed shops of fresh hydroponics
still high on white crystal
but not sugar coated
next theyre coca leaf junkies
microwaves cookin coke bricks
on more lines than al pacino in scarface
first weed tokin
then they fiend coke and crack tastes
cos theres love for blow
money grows on trees and plants
all you really need to haves the right seeds and lamps