Lyrics:
smoking that chalice,
Tell me how the new iPhone cost more than tax on Buckingham palace
That’s how the rich stay rich, an the poor get increase tariff,
I saw a dried up river and a rich man
Turning on a garden hose
I see a young man picking up a gun
I guess that's where the money goes, yeah
Am
of the sun I'll love more than the day before
I am a poor... no, I am a rich man
Have everything I need so this is what I'm giving back
I'm gonna love
money bitch
fa' sho' nigga
me and fifty good
Don't worry about us
Worry 'bout ya' goddamn self nigga
You know what I feel humble long enough man
Fuck all
of the moon
And if ever I return again
‘T will be too bloody soon
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, wife
Sailed away into the night
Where they’ll end up, no-one
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan (62 bottles, bring 'em over here man)
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls (Stop
the way
cause I recycle by the way and man before it’s too late
Restate your assumptions cause the world is turnin grey
and it’s getting greyer every
the Glendale train.
And the people they did say for many miles away. It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.
[Chorus]
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for
You're being used by the rich
You're being used by the rich
In order for the ruling class to keep power
The lower class must be kept under
beneath this land
Well, a rich man writes the book of laws a poor man must defend
But the highest laws are written on the hearts of honest men
If that
of an eye they got they target set
Ni**as saying that they in they bag, they hitting target next
And I ain't tryna flex, and you can check the specs
Humble
the layers til I'm slipping on floors of bananas
Lit a store of candles
Get me mad I got the core of banner
Surrounded by rich, surrounded by poor
Nothing
To do right by my man
To be the kind of woman he wants me to be
He may never be
A rich man, Lord know its true
He may always be
Just a simple poor man
many times GOD got to show
I know you are rich but the people poor
What will you do to help them grow
Oooweee
Look at me
I got Louis V
Gucci
Head to feet
POOR WHITE TRASH
DOING PRETTY GOOD FOR POOR WHITE TRASH
MOMMA'S ON THE PORCH DRINKING WINE FROM A CAN
FEELING FAIR TO MIDLAND AND MAN I CAN'T COMPLAIN
to visit Mars
While the poor people starve, computers takin' over they jobs
A man's forced to live off land
Now it's back to the caveman era
When we made
beneath this land
Well, a rich man writes the book of laws a poor man must defend
But the highest laws are written on the hearts of honest men
If that
wanna lose anymore man
For the fam's sake
Yeah I don't play
I used to grow up with nothing but not anymore man
Man I had to change so I gotta change
Poor
when sh hits the fan you know it ain't the same
But jsp got shot by his son and that was pain
It's a big rich town where the tower is a crain
But we're
I don't even care if we're rich but I don't wanna end up poor
So we ain't gotta do no shit no more
Make enough to leave them estates and courts
'Cause
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
Workingmen of all countries, unite
Side by side we for freedom will fight
When this world and its wealth we
says the poor are poor
By their own works and there's no more
To do for them, but show them the door
And say they must work harder
Poor man says life's
Ugh Three ugh
I say sauce got it
Sauce got it
199-6 nigga born poor dying rich
Came from down below nigga heading santorini Greece
I ain’t giving no
myself screamin' at the backdoor, yeah
An' I'm numb from the hitting, can't take no more, I can't take no more
Poor man poor, rich man rich, hang
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