Lyrics:
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
I'm not just a big boy
I'm a very big boy
I'm a very rich boy
Ehy my God you don lift me high ohhhhh
Ehhhhhhhh
From nobody
God you make me me
his thong
I ain't kiddin I'm filled with lil pills of Ritalin
riddle middle men to rob Bailey and Biddle again tell a friend
I use men like Mennen in my
[unverified] baby, the last of a dying, we born again
The vicious life religious, I was born to win
The closure after the greatest hit the sofa
When I still ride
the Rich Gang Boy let Me explain
I got in the game, I attract all the mass
My flow be like fire with prominent ash
We running the dash, we fill up the stash
boot up)
War time, suit up (war time, suit up)
Special where I grew up (special where I)
We breed natural born shooters (grr)
God bless all
drank
Come fly by me, I want a lil face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle,
Still get niggas to test you is my life
[Rell]
And I do it all again)
I do it twice
And I won't change a thang, maybe two
I bring Big and Pop
hustle
Still get niggaz to test you is my life
And I do it all again,I do it twice
And I won't change a thang, maybe two
I bring Big and Pop back put them
(Chorus)
""I Never fold under pressure.... Not at all
Mama I was born to win I was born to ball!
Struggled many nights cried many times but I still
never, never again
Never, never, never again
Never, never, never again
This story is bigger than Jim
Bigger than him, never again
In 1875 A Kiowa Chief by
Gettin' rich was my only plan (ayy)
'Cause you can't raise my son and have an OnlyFans (facts)
Project windows was my only fans (yeah)
Take my momma out
(I'm rich biotch)
(Bitch)
I ran it up, fucked it up, then ran it up again (Cash)
Grab a load, drop the ticket, let my brothers win (We all eat)
I
big enough for eight bitches
Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen
Big Richard hit different (yeah, let's go)
Every car, man, it's mine, never
I was born legendary on the 12th of February
Big fat rich nigga, call me Refrigerator Perry
If I piss on your head then call it rain, do you
night long,
A million floors above me in the Tower of Song
I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born like this, with a golden voice
In the basement flat, by the garages
Where people dump their mattresses
Esther's in her kitchen, making sandwiches
The slats on her blinds are
All
I've seen a lot of things in my life
A lot of ups and downs
Made a lot of mistakes
No matter what, you've always been by my side
You've always
like a anchor line
My bloodline from ancient times
Smokin' weed by the ancient mine
You niggas funny like Richard Pryor
My shit cray, it get you high
made me
I hit a big booty bitch even though she a cougar
She born the 1980s
I can't even mess with the girl for real She ain't getting money, highkey
in ya zone
Big Dust we lost touch see you when you get home
And my man Stan just got back from doing ten
On some bullshit now his ass is back up again
from our Country but In reality
Tommy wanted to be in the House with the Rich
So he betrayed his People and Became and Snitch
Uncle Tommy he was our
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
'you know a wise man once said, never judge a book by its cover, always read the whole thing in the bloody book shop and then decide if you wish
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