It's Bizzle If you're aiming for the wrong thing Even if you hit your target, you lose Uh This is my beat now, enough with all the ruckus Kick drum kicked in, snare drum busted You sound kinda angry, what you sound mad for? You can't be, you have everything you ever asked for Money out the wazoo, never quit your thirst though You know now that money can't buy you what thirst for Bank account full, but your soul feels empty The weight's still heavy, and pain still hurts though It's funny how you dream it, you want it 'til you reach it And find out that what you wanted wasn't what you needed Your homies ain't your friends, you're lonely in the end It's only so long you can pretend Like you don't feel the hurt and you don't feel the pain The feeling that you've lost much more than you gained Tell me you don't feel the void (Void) I know you feel the void (Void) The burden of the things that the money won't change You're lost, lil' homie, and Christ is the Way I promise, He can fill the void (Void) Only He can fill the void (Void) Ain't it funny how the po' think they wanna be the richest? They figure when you're broke, the money gon' fix it Grab a tabloid and see the pictures, and witness A gang of millionaires with the sickest addictions Skinny and depressed, rarely sober Does that sound like somebody who's stress is over? Sex all the time, but no love, surrounded by folks that you don't trust 'Cause when the money came, they just showed up Like you don't feel the hurt and you don't feel the pain The feeling that you've lost much more than you gained Tell me you don't feel the void (Void) I know you feel the void (Void) The burden of the things that the money won't change You're lost, lil' homie, and Christ is the Way I promise, He can fill the void (Void) Only He can fill the void (Void, uh) Started broke and wanted money and things How does it feel now that you're where you wanted to be? First, you wanted the fame and wanted the bling But now, you toss and turn all night, and all you want is some sleep Wanted a million, got a million, now you're gunning for three Unaware of the bottomless pit your stomach would be You get three and want ten, get ten and want twenty So the question is, are you sure that what you want's money? There's nothing you can buy for what's on the inner And money? Well, money only comes from a printer So why chase a dollar somebody could print a ton of And trade it for a soul that you only have one of? You would be in hustle, 'cause I looked in my Bible And never did the Lord say that that sale is final The devil is a liar, I promise If I knew any different, I'd tell you, I'm honest It's never too late until your breath is gone, you're never to sell your soul Satan's just a hater that's afraid to burn in Hell alone So quit telling folks this is the life 'Cause you ain't lived 'til you give it to Christ, acting like Like you don't feel the hurt and you don't feel the pain The feeling that you've lost much more than you gained Tell me you don't feel the void (Void) I know you feel the void (Void) The burden of the things that the money won't change You're lost, lil' homie, and Christ is the Way I promise, He can fill the void (Void) Only He can fill the void (Void)