Lyrics:
your soul could be broken still
Even a rich spirit money can't buy (uh)
I pray that heavens watch me (ayy)
Rest in peace Biz Markie, you got peace
Never link none of my exes secretly
If it's beef with you, then it's beef with me
So if I die by the gun
And you don't wanna ride out, don't tweet rest
a church
That was visited by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr
me
Dripping like honey and I
Feel like a rich girl now (rich girl now)
Who needs diamonds
When you come
Long like an Island
Please baby
The high when
off the car when them niggas told me that they'll ride
Remember times I did that time, I ain't have nobody by my side
Swear I be feelin' like
lost my father just the other day
I'm seein' niggas get shot up, hell I got shot, too
Man, you hate me and I hate you, look what this world do
Now watch
is, I been here for years, you just now see me
Poof bitch, you can all thank Nick, cause he's now genie
Cause I wished a motherfucker would and you did
by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
Half a million to my lawyer 'cause he undefeated
to the Mexicans (good corn)
And you might call me petty, bitch, but I can get you ratchet
I got rich off grass (rich), I got rich off gas (gas)
I got rich off
lost my father just the other day
I'm seein' niggas get shot up, hell I got shot, too
Man, you hate me and I hate you, look what this world do
Now watch
lost it when my father was in his coffin
Before he died he told us to take care of em
Me and my brother stop by whenever we in the area
Times is getting
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the hood
I got boss credentials, they callin' me mister
Quick to shoot 3, Derek Fisher
No referee I'm official
I just might pull out my Fisker
You pussy I
rich
He bout to make me rich
No more small time hustling he gone get me bricks
He gone get me bricks
He gone change my life he gone make me lit
He gone
saying?
Aite, so let me ask you this then
Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or
Somebody that made the best of they own opportunities?
I
hate cuz
I know where it gets me
Whoa
Focus on money and desty
Whoa
Know that I’m blessed b
Whoa
Young and I'm rich
Bitch you a bitch
Call up lil Kim
player of this magnitude
How could you make me laugh at you
Im reincarnated my armour
Got bigger revenue
Ride the band wagon
Remember they laughed at him
so hard not to sin
If I'm my brother's keeper, why he don't want me to win?
Still on my knee, praying for them in the pen' (free 'em)
Rich ass
reckoning and there lies yours
The type to divide and ignite your wars
But never there when it flares
Till you cant see through the fog
He needs something
now?
Oh, oh he can't battle without
Your mothafuckin' crew now
Yeah, exactly you cannot match me
You had wack punchlines
Wheelchairs in Degrassi
Fuck do
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
sight
Astral planes, the unknown sense
Lives on past human life
No man can sense of whole
The missing sense his soul
He's governed by
'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind
She don't want me, and I changed her perspective
I think my neighbor linked up wit' detectives
You know
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
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