Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal

No way, you'll never make it
Come with the weak shit, I'll break it
Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
Their noses, I hate those motherfuckin' posers
But I'm so real to them it's scary
And with my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me
And no, we don't make wack tracks
And all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin' real facts
I represent, set up shit like a tent, boy
You're paranoid 'cause you're a son like Elroy
And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal
Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal

Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Mass appeal

Oh yes, I'm greater than all MC's
When I breeze, give me room please
I be like fascinatin' when I be updatin'
Cuttin' off wack kids, pullin' their trump cards
I thump hard, and make 'em say that I'm God
Niggas be pretendin' they're hardcore
Never know the meaning of (raw)
But I get props like a slogan
And no man could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam
Lyrically def and connectin', complete mic wreckin'
No double checkin', vocals kill like weapons
But if I have to, I go all out with no mic
Yeah, that's right, 'cause I survived mad fights
And for my peeps I truly care
'Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here
And they all know how I feel
'Cause suckers be like playin' themselves to have mass appeal

Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal

I know I'm dope, but don't wet that
I've suffered setbacks, but now I'm makin' greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks, I'm crazy hip-hop
Check one two and you don't stop
Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb
Just like the seashore, I'm calm
But wild, with my monotone style
Because I don't need gimmicks
Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it
Word is bond, I go on and on
For you it's tragic, I got magic like wands
So I'ma end this lecture and I bet ya
Those who kick dirt, in due time I'm gonna get ya
'Cause I be kickin' the real
While they be losin' the race tryna chase mass appeal

Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal
Mass appeal
Mass appeal
Mass appeal
Mass appeal

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Writer(s): Christopher E Martin, Keith Elam