Lyrics:
getting colder
Just tryna get rich wanna ride inna range rover
Imma do it for all my fallen soldiers
Just know we bringing toasters
Take it like man hold it
castles in the sky,
Plain Jane, chasing rainbows, make the end before you die.
Not for you a poor man's son,
Your dreams of fortune have begun
And once
nigga
Rich money
I just want you to feel me
Releasing all my pain so this music can heal me
Let every blunt I smoke and every drink don't kill me
By
the strippers, the homeless & drug dealers
I do it for the prisoners, the soldiers & politicians
I do it for the po(or) & the rich, & for our children
No matter
blood now spilled this day
Many kings bow to a boy without a crown
A rich man is he who lives in poverty
No death to pay by birth in a cave
Of this they
the rich
They try to break us, separate us, and kill our kids
They steal your dreams, kill your people and then take your rights
But we'll never run
the stars
Gettin' tatted by Phor
Ain't no charge at the door
We only rich cause we was poor
VLong and Dior
Bought my daughter Michael Kors
Throwin' money
I just wanna travel round the world
With my soul rich or poor
I don't go by that law lord let us keep it pure
Time cures i hope so too
So i could see
want to take away
The little that we have
The rich a rob the poor
It hurt mi heart fi see that
'Cause everybody know there is enough
Fi all glad
for peace in the middle of a war
Between blacks and whites, between rich and poor
So we can stop the mess overseas and all
Trabalho muito, vivo
name
She made grit's for breakfast
And convinced us we were rich
Sometimes dinner we'd have skip
She vowed to never ever let us miss
But we were poor had
are so utterly alien to each other
The wealthy treat the poor like clutter
To be swept out the way of the rich
Ain't that a bitch the dog who gets
below a vast peak
While people walk past like they can't speak
Ignored coz without rich shit, you're piss poor
Quit more drowning your spirit, with
These are things I see when
Flipping through my phone
Am I the same man as the pictures in my home
Get crucified by some
Others put me on the throne
it to the
Promised land, promised land
Come and take me by the hand (ha-ha-ha-ha)
I promise I'll walk in that bitch as a new man (never, never, never)
tears from your eyes
I will bear the hunger, we poor
Mama, theres so many times we go
Through days without food to eat
Mama, theres so many nights we
I got a poor man's panache, I be stretching the cash
I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
For the line, manic depressive,
on her face
In the morning they'd pretend that there'd never ever been a trace
His old man woke him up to help him find the car
Take the bus uptown
Ay ay ay ay for as long as I remember
I've been tellin' y'all man to pull these nigga resumes
You better check up on me nigga
These niggas be
Ay ay ay ay for as long as I remember
I've been tellin' y'all man to pull these nigga resumes
You better check up on me nigga
These niggas be
Half penny, two penny, gold Krugerrand
He was exceedingly rich for such a young man
Sad story, old story
Bring out the band
Another divorce just
Half penny, two penny, gold Krugerrand
He was exceedingly rich for such a young man
Sad story, old story
Bring out the band
Another divorce just
Half penny, two penny, gold Krugerrand
He was exceedingly rich for such a young man
Sad story, old story
Bring out the band
Another divorce just
nowhere
I ain't leavin you love, babe
I ain't leavin you love, babe
Not for heaven above, babe
I ain't leavin you love, babe
The poor man got him
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