How Rich Is Rich Enough

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I was so tired of being broke, I had to fix up
Don't know about him, don't know about her
But I'm tryna be rich as f*ck
How rich is rich enough
How rich is rich enough
I been saving up since sippy cups
Took risks for 50 bucks
I played the streets it charged my personality, I don't feel right
Selling P's, it was just me and my ski on lonely nights
You change on me
Everything done in the dark comes to the light
Shame on me you fool me twice
Don't know about you, but I got my pipe

She love the life
Shawty tryna f*ck with me, talk to me nice
Them likkle beans stronger than dog food
I don't sell white
Bagging up, say "girl that's all you", you staying overnight
When shit go left, best play it right
I still ain't made no resume
I made a living off 448's
5/325's and never caught a case
Tryna bring the ends together, need the time of day
But evil eye and jealousy all standing in the way
Gotham City, Harvey Dent, these niggas Two-Face
All these drugs I'm having mood swings
Try to fix it but its too late
Tried to fix it but it's too late

"This game might not be right for me I'm thinking"
"Why you say that?"
"Nothing good to it but the money"
"You got people using each other, scamming each other..."
"Cutting each other up because they late on a bill"
"Shooting folks because there might be a fucking dollar in it"
"It get to sometimes like I can't even fucking breathe"
"Like I can't get no air"

What you know about pain
What you know about family
F*ck the jury, left us out to dry, the doctors killed my daddy
I was trapping out my mama house, making wops in the alley
Broke my heart, I broke her down to tears, found pills in little baggies
I got trust issues, my brother backstabbed me
Washed off his bloody hands, turned around and dapped me
Smiled at me, so I showed him love and I did it gladly
You did me badly my nigga, I thought you was family

"Yeah, but the game ain't got to be played like that"
"You can't tell me this shit can't get done without people beating on each other"
"Killing each other"
"Doing each other like dogs"

I was so tired of being broke, I had to fix up
Don't know about him, don't know about her
But I'm tryna be rich as f*ck
How rich is rich enough
How rich is rich enough
I been saving up since sippy cups
Took risks for 50 bucks
I played the streets it charged my personality, I don't feel right
Selling P's, it was just me and my ski on lonely nights
You change on me
Everything done in the dark comes to the light
Shame on me you fooled me twice
Don't know about you, but I got my pipe

I played the streets it changed my personality
ORN way man, 512 nigga Southside Vaughan Road
ORN way man, uh

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