Lyrics:
the little money is for the poor
|CHORUS|
LET ME TELL YOU – LET ME TELL YOU LIKE AN OG TOLD ME
NEVER QUIT ON YOUR DREAM CUZ IT COULD END UP GOLDEN LIKE FLEECE
I'll become rich with poor
Vocabulary, this area's scary
Too much at stake with so little to get back
But I'm ready to get back at anybody who snaps
ago
There was a little girl
Who loved the radio
She sang upon the stars
She listened amongst the rain
She danced around in circles
Making a hurricane
for pennies
I'm itching and ready
I open my heart when I listen to shetty
I'm bold like a boss but I'm little like Debbie
I know with the bars I'll get
white man eating pizza
And a little girl her name was lisa
Enough of that let me get bk on track
I see man wearing tinfoil hats
And the sky its no longer
one hour with four hoes
And I make cry girl I'm an unicorn
I ain't live life down like before
I can't believe it I was pity poor, now's green money
them
Fill them up with this and that, problem is that he's a shh
All this meaningless chitter chat keeps me pretty rich
Girlfriends think that I'm
that was surrendered by the poor
To the man who fills the pockets of officials for support
To make an Eiffel Tower that the people can adore
And build
by the gallons
And stay hydrated
Not thirsty boy
Rich Nigha
I used to be a dirty boy
Donald Goines with the poems
Mixed with Langston Hughes
Pulling up
important
Stop distorting the big picture
When will it hit ya?
[Chorus]
[JC]
A rich man in poor man's body
That's what I was growin' up, hustlin' for
up
By this time, I'm finally famous and a nigga rich as fuck
See her birthday 'round the corner, so I go and get some stuff
Met her at a Target when
We would rob from the rich and give to the poor
Drug dealers give us the perfect opportunity
To rob they ass and give back to our community
On 3 like
what's goin on?)
Unless we, brothers and sisters, old and young
rich and poor, educated and uneducated
feel that spirit of bortherhood and family
all
of anything can get you killed don't fuck around and OD
Too late I'm here now applying pressure until you're blue in the face
I can tell by that look in your
ain't tryna be a dawg
Just a rich muhfucka
In the hill grants still
Tryna make a couple mill and if
I can’t do that I’ma steal
Cause I need dolla bills
another life they get what they are due
And if you seh that God nah sleep and him nuh snooze
Then what about the little baby girl that get abused, by her
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
and the rich man makes the money
[CHORUS]
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playing music by the hour
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