Lyrics:
like Amish
Copped the Wraith so none of my nights is starless
Cock it back aim farthest
Pinpoint hit target
Sorry Rich but my space coupe not retarded
gonna help you when
He stuck in the pen lifes full of choices
You can choose a better life
Start by choosing the telly
We meeting there tonight
I talk
"Fly" Snuka
Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh
Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer
Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher
and Biggie fore they passed away
Remember back in school them niggas treat me like a castaway
Now me and the brodies gon be rapping til we hit Hathaway's
Rich
We ain't rich yet, I swear that we ain't rich yet
I ain't joking
We ain't rich yet, I swear that we ain't rich yet
We ain't rich yet, oh
I need some
a thousand songs that made you move your ass
And for the last 300 months
I made 16 albums with me on the front and they bump
Where you get your beats?
I
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
need a licc hit my youngins gone go mobbin
Pussy niggas misfits you still nickel and dimeing
I'm looking like a big licc I'm rocking all these diamonds
that I did
But I ain't livin rich, I ain't cop me no big chain
Never knew you'd have such disdain for the kid, yuh
Suddenly you avoidin friends
Disappear
as dangerous
I'll push the narrative, you'd rather be more famous than rich
You'll never hit the lotto
You don't scratch the surface
Can't forget Mick
I'll make
on my mix
If we made a song it would be a hit
Fuck you saying my shit is gon' hit platinum
No album rapping like muscles when they spasm
Hit 'em 22 times
When the hype slowed down
After the first single buzz
Hadta' still get by
So I hadta' hit the club
Hadta' still get paid
Wasn't gonna' be a scrub
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent,
jail cell, nigga, let me out
Told my mama they gon' see me on the big screen
I can't sleep, I'm chasin' money, I got rich dreams
I came from sleepin'
Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
ain’t lit ‘til you hit
A bitch with Grammy nominations
Uh, the feds don’t believe I’m
Up from getting merch off
So I’m getting stopped by TSA
With
the funds then I split wid it
A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it
Ha? I get rich why'all
Ha, boy I done bought D's wid dis
Big bout-it Benz car
They say give it up if I don't make it out by 30
Wrist and neck dancin gettin sturdy
Black and white diamonds on this McFlurry
I been eating big lately
I'll find another love like yours, like yours
I'll find another love like yours, like yours
Big trap, big packs
Only spittin' big facts
Big rich, big
since (uhh) forever
(Slim when you gon drop your solo?) shit probably never
I'd rather spit these hit flows
And get rich off those
(picture this)
by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I'm dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin', but the bad
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