Lyrics:
the poor man on the street and to the rich man
I'm a sinner, I'm a beggar and I'm a freak
Everyday you all just pass me by, can't you see me?
Please don't
survival
Now everybody wants to be next American idol
But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we
You are a very noble man
Descended from a noble clan
You live by the rules of your family
You can't marry me
For I am just a humble girl
Not born
cry when you 'bout to die, No
Rich is not a squad who you're sharing all the pie with
Rich is if you're broke and got nothing to get by with
And one
a platinum plaque ambassador
'Cause I don't got one career, dawg, I mastered four
But I'm not done yet
The critical thought is the industry is run by
compatible
Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Y'all chose to war, so called rich niggas wanna verse the poor
I'll rob you first,
And the rangers and deputies
Are hired by the rich man
To catch me and hang me
My shining Black Bess
Yes, they'll catch me napping one day
And they'll kill me
be a toy for a rich man's girl
You can work it out somehow
Don't see the end as a poor man's fool
Don't lose a friend for a broken rule
And when
Uh. uh. Top Notch! Look!
I done seen the toughest n*ggas turn into a b(tch. I done watched a poor man front like he rich. I saw some wanna be
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
be so far away from hope
Why do I flow so hard
Cause I ain't the only nigga in my crew
To ever wanna be dope
God bless rich and poor
Cause we done been
Gladiator in the ring overlooked by the king
Entertain entertain entertain
Steal starts to sing
Oh the blood starts to steam
See the rich with their bloody
watch em bark for the food
Heard about the mp bonus rise
Me and my clique want a slice of the pie
Who do we robb? tax collectors that cut most jobs
at the back
Man, two more poor kids dead in a ditch
I fucking love being rich (you can't pin that on me)
It appears I have become so rich (so rich)
It
nowhere on sight
Verse 1:
Never fought a day in his life
Just a looser
Picked up a gun
Now he's a shooter
A poor man can be a rich man
A pussy can be
the wood
Vanities mirage keep playing the drum
Bring us out in the mood
The beauty, the beast
The big divide between the rich the poor
The beauty,
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
me the truth
RICH MAN
Life of a rich man got me poor
I've got everything but I want more
Life of a rich mans got me poor
I'm the king of an empty
conscious withered
But I kicked that shit all by myself, solo like my names Han
I don't pretend to be some bitch made, rich fucker with chains on
Cause
teaches us to be white
Tell me tell me tell me
Tell me tell me tell me
The poor are getting pressed on by the rich
the poor man wants yours and the rich man
I've seen good men turn bad, and bad men do good
Rich men with nothing and poor man with gold
Nothing surprises me no more
I seen players get played
night a King is
Born He is the promised One
God so loved the world He
Sends down His only Son
Rich man poor man wise man be
He will deliver all from
compatible
Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Y'all chose to war, so called rich niggas wanna verse the poor
I'll rob you first,
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