Lyrics:
faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel my energy
Making em' remember me
The world is full of synergy
Prayers for my boy Demar
the beginning, the devil brought his poison in
God had named it sin and it remained ever since
Evil lives by every inch, the world rotting in it's stench
God
Rich rappin nigga keep it wit me
Same nigga ain never matter how many people wit me
I got real love fa some real hattin niggas
Hit em where it hurt I
Ohh baby I feel like a big star
I love the way you touch me right now
You always touch my body yeah
Girl I need you by my side now
Burn like a fire
real (real)
Picture me rolling on 2050
The world still a mess get you break your own teeth
Really what's poppin it's a daily routine
Got full of sinners
to shoot ‘em
You know Stack in the back real shooter
So before my nigga snap you better xool it
(Hook)
Big chilling just xooling, yeah
Big dawg call me
fighting demons
Big slat fucking hoes who be sleezy
This shit never easy
Ice on a nigga yea I'm breezy
Boling by the lake with my niggas and we 3 deep
the position, you know the procedure
Can't even leisure smoke hollow reefer
With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser
It's
I get it
14 carats on the chain don't you forget
I know you don't care how rich niggas feel
But if I just broke the bank then I got to keep it real
date and that bitch coming real soon man
Aye rich twenty twenty two is are year man twenty twenty to
Yea I got real gold on my charm
Rock VBZ I don't
quiet, he a big bitch
Feelin' like 41, the way I'm ridin' with the goons
I ain't never popped the bullets, I won't ever jack a tool
That's some real shit
of the century
Now children crying at the tv, do those people really want us dead
Big kill
Big kill
Big kill
It could come by land, by sea or like the first
wit me you know how I carry it
Carry the load big or small and I cut real checks
I ran off on the plug twice I got real debts
Poppin off on the phone
In this rap game threaten to snitch
If he wasn't rich in a matter of days
Should we kill him or let him starve? (Kill him)
Make him get real broke
have a dream a fi make it out big
Mi have a dream a fi make it out big
Yeah' we have a dream a fi make it out big
All mi friend them fi rich
Yow' Man
and
Now I'm rich ayye
Middle fingers a real job
Just set my pick
I'ma pull up
Ima pop it
I'm built for this swish
I know a man that owe me a dub
He think
by Pateks, celebrity status
Is what she adores but she's climbing the classes
This is real life, nobody gets passes
Don't talk to the crowd if you just
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
life ain't nothin but a big booty bitch
That hoe can have you broke, or that hoe can make you rich
But if you choose her
Never misuse her
'cause if you
Chorus
Got goals to crush and big dreams to fulfil
Drivin by ambition, let God have the wheel
Proud of the solid foundation I've built
Embrace the hard
Can't put no trust in no bitch ass niggas
I'm trying get rich on yu bitch made niggas
Get hit up
Cause big bro told me keep my chin up
Cause niggas be
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
charged before, strap a gun anyway
Took the state's lawyer, but you won anyway
Stand up cats beat the odds by far
Real recognize real, R.R.R.
Don't mistake
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
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