Lyrics:
You know the drill
Uncles are reaching out lately
Shit getting real
Young blood, rich but I'm savage
Please give me chills
It's never a good time
niggas Rich and them
Doing they thing on 35th? Damn, it's a small hood
And it's all wood, so let me get that number, I get up, aight
Hit you on the jack
up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit
Fresh out
road
Use what I got to get what I need
I'm gonna use what I use all I got
To get what I need, yeah
The rich is content while the poor do without
I'm black, whether I'm poor or rich
Or rich or poor though it's all the same shit
I'm black even though my skin's kind of light
That mean my
(I'm black)
Whether I'm poor or rich, or rich or poor
Though its all the same shit
(I'm black)
Even though my skins kind of light
That means my
niggas Rich and them
Doing they thing on 35th? Damn, it's a small hood
And it's all wood, so let me get that number, I get up, aight
Hit you on the jack
niggas Rich and them
Doing they thing on 35th? Damn, it's a small hood
And it's all wood, so let me get that number, I get up, aight
Hit you on the jack
on a hoe cause you think she's fine
Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by
by the rules (what?)
Leave his ass in a pool (damn), of his own damn blood
It's the type of shit that don't make the news (boom, boom)
See, now you
all i know)
[Trick Daddy]
A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up
A ki of coke could get you rich
but too much of this shit can get you stuck up
love as the years went by
You had rhythm in your soul, I had violins
You were rich and I was poor, trying to fit in
Back on Bleeker in the spring
nothing was never given
I build it from ground up
I started out with my basement and builded my house up
I'm rich off opportunity, money gon' pile up
My
or old n****
A weed head, a coke sniffer
You rich or a broke n****
Know you all relate to this s*** that i wrote n****s
Lots of my mans trapped
conscious withered
But I kicked that shit all by myself, solo like my names Han
I don't pretend to be some bitch made, rich fucker with chains on
Cause
I have said let's fight the rich, take the banks by storm
Spread the wealth from coast to coast, end financial porn
Reach out, grab their throats,
pregnant and you’re tha father so, whatchu gonna do about it??
*masturbation*
Hi, my name is Tina, and I'm looking for someone that goes by the name
Fuck the glock, I'm packing my piece
Trying to money, trying to make P
Apparently getting rich, is getting free (Huh)
And it got me feeling like
cuz you'll reap what you sow
Bro influenced by a whole world of crooked scorn
Born clean but by 14 it you took it on
90% hoofs and horns where
on the trigger
My bullets is the answer, it'll make your skin thicker
Your lies is like cancer, the truth is like liquor
I'm a salamander, I hide by the river
it all made me a better me
Only got one life, I been tryna find some time
Take it day by day, I been tryna say I'm fine
Can't go back to the days,
rich history and tradition.
So, why is a baseball game nine innings? The short answer is that it has always been that way. The nine-inning structure was
political parties is private clubs
That's not a democracy, That's the mantra ?
Demonic
Controlled by rich elite and economics
Never trickle down
And convict
not the one to spite
Such a big man but
I can take you by myself
Think you're rich won't
Even fuck you
For your wealth
Best be careful
For I take away
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