Lyrics:
I'm about to tell yall about The Rich Big homie
The Rich big homie gat six big hoes
Six motherfucking hoes
The big rich homie
The rich big nigga
did with it, you know?
Jumped, twelve-years-old, off the porch, on the asphalt
Big risk, big reward, just avoid gettin' your ass caught
Re-up
All you ever do is take up space with flaws
Hey big dog
Fuck you and your little homies, kay? (Get lost)
Bitch I'm fully loaded with my head in
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
fool! I mean, it's not like your going to have five
sides to an album, is it? Silly billy... Anyway, fourth side... only recorded on the album. Mmmm Hmmm!
like album of the year
Turn my city up like it's what you wanna hear
My life sound like album of the year
Tonight we let it all go
Holy shit! this is
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
(pretendin')
Ay, Big Brr
Yeah, big F&N for these fuck niggas (fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Low Joe, choppas grab your venom (grab FNs)
I'm still with them killers
Roll that shit and get real in that city of steel
Roll that shit and get real in that city of steel
Roll that shit and get real in that city
and tuxedos
Eating sheppard bed meals, cashing big burritos
Big dinero, rich money don't sleep
I got to have it every day of the week
Rich Bitch Problems, I
you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top, you Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son
Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be chargin' you double for
wrong
"Hop I lost respect for you
I'm pissed and you just lost a fan
All you do is diss
I'll never bump your album "Raw" again"
If what I say gets on your
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
drop
Y'all niggas scheming on the low i call em robocop
Couple hitters on the corner by the soda shop
Drugs fucking Up the city let me grab a mop
Clean
city every state do it big make no mistake
you stand in line we VIP therefore homie we never wait.
You light as a feather we heavy weight
you thirsty
Welcome to the best of both worlds
R. Kelly
Chi-Town
Let's just start frontin' on 'em right away (c'mon Jay)
I pull up with the big boy truck, nigga
This right here this whole album's
In the memory of all our fallen soldiers
(Uh-huh)
We lost along the way
(Oh ooh)
Knahmsayin, ghetto to ghetto
City
ain't about stunting, but I'm a rich nigga
Rich on the inside , yeah that's a big bigger
I would've sit with you, but this the cool table
Oh yeah your
myself, call me Gates, startup
If you ain't rich by 21 then you can't catch up
Sippin' and I'm whippin' and this city got me trippin'
Don't need substance
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
not yours
Killer city committee we got shots for
Anybody who thinking that we not dope
They taking aim when I'm not close
Claim they can hang, we're
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
Lights camera action ain't surprised by this lifestyle
Been dreaming for a minute can't get lost up in this lifestyle
Rich nigga I ain't no rich nigga
But
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