Ever seen a hundred fifty

Stacked up high in your hand?

Ever watched a poor soul rise

And make a strongman stand?

Doesn’t that make you happy,

Doesn’t that make you sing?

Oh if it don’t move your spirit,

You’re running from the real thing.

I was never swayed by the crowd,

Knew my road since I was young.

Didn’t bend when the storm came down,

Held my ground and I stayed strong.

Earned my respect on the long nights,

Paid my dues, too many to count.

But the balance comes in heavy,

Now the scales tilt with the amount.

Ever seen a hundred fifty

Stacked up high in your hand?

Ever watched a poor soul rise

And make a strongman stand?

Doesn’t that make you happy,

Doesn’t that make you sing?

Oh if it don’t move your spirit,

You’re running from the real thing.

Every note I play, every step I take,

The people cry out my name.

Money ringing down the line,

But my soul still feels the same.

I don’t need no change of pocket,

Don’t need idols on the wall.

I just walk into the fire,

And I rise above it all.

[Bridge] (funk groove)

Thinkin’ on it won’t fix you,

Action is the only cure.

Dollars ain’t the key to heaven,

But poverty cuts too pure.

So I cash out on good times,

Make the moment magical.

Hold the weight of this fortune,

Like a lion, strong and radical.

Ever seen a hundred fifty

Stacked up high in your hand?

Ever watched a poor soul rise

And make a strongman stand?

Doesn’t that make you happy,

Doesn’t that make you sing?

If it don’t stir your soul, brother,

You’re running from the real thing.

Better in the flesh than the photograph,

Better in the song than the social laugh.

I’m the proof, I’m the version refined,

What was broken yesterday’s been re-designed.