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I came from rag to riches
I cannot fall to low
I cannot call you bro
I rather starve alone
I'm riding home
I cannot catch

from the ashes, they won't soon forget

It's not easy being Dutch Nobility
When all you're left with is humility
From riches to rags, oh how the mighty

pussy niggas toe tags
Told her, get out and take both of Them rags

Take both of her rags
One for the pussy, one for the face
Sprayin' that gun like my

and bougie
We like rags to riches
Remember back then, now we be back to business
Truly rags to riches
Let me change the course
Ninja revvin' at my bars, yeah,

it when she show me that wag
Won't catch me with no runner-up
Y'all be going out bad
Pop out on The Set
And we turn it up
We be reppin our rag
Bro got

my digits
Yea the last bitch did me bad, she done burnt all my bridges
Now I'm countin' up my money, I came from rags to riches
Yuh
Uh, Bitch I get so

their connection in order to get the deal.

Hook –

Rats and snitches going rags to riches,
Blurry nights, blurry faces,
Buried lies, buried

but I ain't read it
We chasin' bags, not no hoe, they be deceivin'
Chasin' rags to this dough, like what you mean, yeah
(Mmm) We'll chill once we

thinking I was washed like a rag

I need the money an man I need it fast
I'm on the money I felt like a tag
miss a parley then I'm getting mad
I put switches

Somehow I regret to do what's right
But now it's not for nothing
Take all these pleasantries in vein
Think i'm your faceless fucking rag
I know it's

Juiced up, now shake that. Flashy nigga, take that
Finish block and come back. Right back, right back

With a mask and a rag and a jag on his ass
That boy

stain

Chyeaa, I'm tired of these bitches
Your whole crew rats, some snitches
Chyeaa, I'm tired of these bitches
Hoe I went from rags to riches
Hoe I went

keeping my distance
Lately I've been feeling different about certain things, I just hope you can try to forgive me

From rags to riches, I could be bagging

I was just a kid when I wore red rags
They throwin' up gang signs every day
They like BTA, you ain't even gang bang
Isn't it strange that we all need

like a lighthouse MTV
Just a young girl
Such a young girl
Brother calls supper
From the gate he's carefree
His sister with the rag boy constantly
As they

insane

First things first
Let me get
this of my chest
I'm rapping better
Than them so next

Rags to riches
So sick
Of these
Tacky bitches
Fuck around

I wanna feel explosion
I'm on the streets
Dressed in these rags
Come here babe
Pick me up
I just, wanna be your girl
I just, wanna be your wife
I'm

a bitch that acts conceded
On her rag I said we'll bleed it
We don't need no other reason yuh
Bleed, dawg we'll bleed it
Like a bitch that acts conceded

bag haters big mad
He took me outta rags naysayers tall sad
In God's bag in God's bag I'm in God's bag
Not my bag I'm in God's bag
I'm all up in God's

Baby all the odds stacked against me
I'm just tryna live a better life
Im just tryna get it right
I don't care if I'm famous
I'm tired of these rags
Imma

and phony, she a ho nasty bitch
She creepin' on her nigga, she a whole nasty bitch
Face is sitting pretty, but I'm lookin' at you stank
Shower with a rag

like I ain't peeped it
Cause when you make that move, this blade gon' make you anemic
Burning bridges, hope you don't get caught in the crossfire
Rags

come make a mess, yeah
Big flex, rags to riches, I'm from the ghetto
I'm from the ghetto, yeah
Rags to riches I'm from the ghetto
Back to back, we

go crazy
Hr n, hr n

Puller n, puller to, puller tre, puller fire
Drikker bare sprit
Dette er ikke en satir
Brann og bank, teller rags

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