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And damn, I can't believe my man's gone
Diggin' back in the days when we used to laugh
Now its a memory that's haunted from the past
Poor Willy,
really care
We don't really
White man,black man
Poor man,rich man
Gunman,slave man
Free man,new slaves
Amen!
White man,black man
Poor man,rich man
go out
Do this one for the highs, for the lows
For the rich, for the poor
For the niggas that won't make it
The niggas with a shot
The niggas that gon'
go out
Do this one for the highs, for the lows
For the rich, for the poor
For the niggas that won't make it
The niggas with a shot
The niggas that gon'
An honest man with a heart of gold, stricken by his luck
All alone, not a single friend, and no one to love
If you had no food or shelter, just a place
rich before poor
Where most of us settle. Broke in ghettos
Dope as the devil, Coke in the kettles. No hope on these levels
Dirt dosed by the shovel.
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
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
with two babes that get along
I want the first pair of the new LeBron's
We in it for the gold not for silver or bronze
Fresh caught prawns in the yacht
you pussy boys fall back
Big face Rollie, rose gold cost 40
Platinum twenty-one, it's time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I'm screaming
with swolen tummies
That’s funny cause africa’s filled with yellow gold
Every single colour of the rainbow is a metaphor
For rich and for poor for peace
To the rich man's bright lodges
I ride in this wind
On my good horse, I call you
My shiny black Bess
To the playhouse of fortune
To take
rent it for? (bitch)
Boy you know I’m dropping loads when
I go and swerve the roads
With the rose gold, driving way back to bando
(ayy)
If 12 at the do,
funny
They were rich of course
They thought it was about money
Rich man
with a door ding
1st world problems
poor thing
Thats just the way the door
man
And now he waiting like a poor man
I need an acre or some more man
He wants me playing with my soul man
That nigga waiting at the door man
That
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
torn pants
Niggas laughed me , l turned the whole shit to courage ooh man
I come from a long way , nothing was handed
I had to get it by my own ways
over the world
Don't need to fly
Anywhere I
Swear if you're a poor man
I'd be a rich girl
Dare you to kiss me like a priceless diamond ring
I'll be your
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
An mi rose gold chain rest pan mi polo
Gyal see mi ana peep, dem a seh mi smell sweet
A Versace nuh fabuloso
Yow a dweet man a dweet cuz mi name haffi big
you pussy boys fall back
Big face Rollie, rose gold cost 40
Platinum twenty-one, it's time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I'm screaming
never ever left in the first
Wale Ovechkin, the best on the earth, breath breath full of purp
A legend out here, and I'm ending careers by the end
from the 70s,
Your shit wack, your shit lame,
I'm shiting all on the enemies,
Dem double C's, French shit,
Rose gold piece, I'm a french bitch
Gold so
Colors on the page
I drew a line to make it straight
The truth might hurt little
But Imma spill tell you anyway
Don't judge a book by its face
I'm
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