Lyrics:
the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You might be a rock 'n' roll man, prancing on the stage
Plenty of drugs at your
Why are people gay?
All the night and day
Feeling as they never felt before
What is the thing that makes them sing?
Rich man, poor man, thief
Why are men so weak? I ain't got the answer
Any boy can bust a nut
Takes a man to be a father and a partner
Especially young and poor, makes it
just to get by
Thought you was gon get rich you just gettin high
The opps family mad at us
Ridin wit the spatula
I could've said the drake but the feds
court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
a bitch
I'm trying to stay rich
No time to concentrate on hoes
Even if I fuck that bitch
Do the freakiest shit
By the mornin, I got the go
Yeah, I got all
(Handwriting's on the wall)
Yeah, it's on the wall
I'mma keep drinking til they toss me out this motherfucker man
Excuse my tone of voice but
like the rest
Upper class is trash
Middle Class is head
Being poor is being poor
Being rich is being dead
Tell me
Tell me what you rather
Getting money
someone cry
In a rarri’
I’m just kidding
Rich people
Cry more often then the poor people
Poor people are strong
That’s why I’m doing this song
Never give up
poor boys dream,
More than you're every rich mans friend.
Woah but i'm gonna give you all my money honey,
If you'll stay right there,
'Cause i ain't
the poor and the black and the brown
Just so the rich folks can get downtown
Buy a new sports car to drive around
Diamond watches, designer gowns
They'll
wa lole
No hope for my people
Yawa go dey
E ba mi kigbe ole
Rich man go thief but case no dey
Poor man go loot
them go call am ole
Snake wey swallow
the latest fashion
Copping from the same old store
We wasn't rich we wasn't poor
We was just some young niggas
That really wanted more
This mental health shit
looking wack
Hold up lemme speed it up
Left Yaad now man soon be living rich as fuck
Black truck black tints when I'm pulling up
See ya chick hit the horn
mine
Making this a rich time baby
Last time was a poor time baby
Think I had a poor mind baby
Emotions run like waves you should watch me pour mine
Watch
I'm jus tryna get the bread
Jus wanna be a rich man outta richmond
Beats make u break dance
I'm fly like a raven
Feeling like a lil beast boy
Breaking
but it's all deception
The rich get richer while the poor get more poor it's all a method
Correctional facilities psych wards and ice detentions
They
And all the fellers figured rich
Until this poor boy caught her eye
His buddies would all laugh and say
Your dreamin' boy she'll never look your way
opened
Were globally choking on corporate slogans
The rich rape the poor asd we front their fucking logos
cs we gather around the glass box
with a wad of cash
If money can't buy happiness why are all happy people rich?
And my life as a virtuous man has made me man's bitch
So I'm giving up my
It's KOJO WEEKEND
Yea yea
Am noble guy who wanna be rich
WABR3
I don't think bad for any other
Oono
Yea yea
Aaah Ah
All I want is for all
dyin'"
Oh, the Preacher called for Doctor Hall
And the good man he came flyin'
He looked in her eyes and he held her hand
And he said, "This poor
drive into town and go to the hudson valley mall
And look at the youth in their white snake t shirts
They're wearing a poor man's version of the haircut
on opposition man
Spin yo block again
Ayy
Gotta bitch wit a prong
Make me cattle-lack rich
Hit off that bong got me off my shit
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