[Intro]
A lot of us believe
We don't deserve to have our dreams become true
Or have good things happen to us
And sometimes no matter how far we made it
Or how much we have already accomplished
We still don't feel content
Why is that?
The answer isn't an easy one
Most likely, it's when we grapple with feelings of self-loathing
Self-loathing is defined as hatred for oneself
It often manifests anger, self-sabotage of you—

[Chorus]
What's the point of having money if you hate yourself?
It's the reason why I never tried to ask for help
I've been tryna break the ice, or rather, let it melt
I just wish I could forget about the shit I felt
What's the point of having money if you hate yourself?
It's the reason why I never tried to ask for help
I've been tryna break the ice, or rather, let it melt
I just wish I could forget about the shit I felt

[Verse]
"Easy," that's what they call it
Burn holes sitting at the bottom of my wallet
How could I be sorry 'bout the money that I wanted?
Neckties say my name just for profit, I get busy
Grab my bag and I'm on it
Cognac in my cup look like Onyx
Ayy, dirty hoe sippin' on the water out the faucet
Old friends finally think that I lost it
G-Fazos, bankroll in my closet
Bro change clothes 'cause they damn near caught—
Ayy, all my little cousins think the thug life awesome
'Til I see my own blood in a coffin
Drive, that's what Pops was
Sometimes hate to say that I'm just like him
Bad thoughts in my brain, I can't fight 'em
Mom say grace to God but can't find 'em