Napoleon Hill Songtext
von Harry Mack

What′s the matter with you
Money isn't everything, you think so
Yo yo, uh

Said every day I envision myself foldin′ them bills
Tryna think and grow rich, like Napoleon Hill
Imagining how it feels, copping wheels for my friends
Road of life is like a fancy car the way it bends
So I stay focused, at times it seems hopeless

Eternity of brokenness is something I can't cope with
Ain't nothing funny ′bout having no gas in your tank
But the jokes on y′all, soon I'll be laughing to the bank
I can feel it, all I ever wanted was to kill it
In the field of my dreams


And I know if I build it they gon′ come for it
I'm tryna get a check, like "one, two"
Dreams of money bundles on the humble hope they come true
Philosophize like Sun Tzu while flipping through these pages
Rise and shine like the sun do, go to war for these wages
This life is sure to test you, like rats up in some cages
We scratchin′ for the cheddar trying to navigate these mazes

Uh, and you know how it goes
One for the money, two for the dough
Three for the paper, fortune to blow
Where do we go from here? I don't know, I don′t know, come on
Uh, said you know how it goes
One for the money, two for the dough
Three for the paper, fortune to blow
Where do we go from here? I don't know, I don't know, I don′t, know
Yeah, said I don′t know, I don't know, I don′t, know, uh

Said we scratchin' for the cheddar trying to navigate these mazes
And it amazes me how we give these dead presidents
Praises, even though in most cases, they were racists
Tears in our eyes while we chasing blue faces
Got me trippin′ like some shoelaces
Sexual harassment in workplaces, nobody say shit without a pay slip
You gon' be slippin′ on the payments


Job is a job, be gracious
Call center got me on some 'ye shit, wish I could buy a spaceship
If I was paid like him, would I go and waste it on a face
Lift, or say some shit that's tasteless?
Just to be another wax figure in the video for famous
Why we so obsessed with the lists? I mean

A-list, Forbes′ List
Ten commandments, the sanders list, and materialism
But trust without that we can′t exist
Tryna convert like evangelist, dollars to bitcoin
Low pro scared of lists and it just keeps getting harder for the poor
Easy to get more, what you started with before
In your best interest to get that compound
Bought one bogged down ninety Rolls Royces at the compound damn

And you know how it goes
One for the money, two for the dough
Three for the paper, fortune to blow
Where do we go from here? Yo, uh

Said every day I envision myself foldin' them bills
Tryna think and grow rich, like Napoleon Hill
They asking what separates me and I told ′em it's skill
′Til they offered me a deal, sold my soul for the 'mils, damn