Lyrics:
We hate on the rich, like we obsessed with being poor
We'd all trade places in a second for our mi amor
The habits that form success, often gon' be
Ye ye ye ye
Sing oh nanana ye
Esto es Fyah y fuego
Para cultura y no para el dinero
Mi no know what dem do
But mi a tell truth
Rich man mi a rich
only one life that's the physical
Rich or poor in jail why the fuck should you be miserable
Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin'
Love
and give there's to christ
Life is an exchange like old time trade by batter
What you give you get, you get back in time
It cost nothing to be a good man for
hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land
And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
You're power
Rich or poor in jail why the fuck should you be miserable
Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin'
Love could have your heart beat skippin',
And on this specific day
It's the end of the prison sentence, this is the period
A rich man wrote this with a poor man's focus
A sick man quotes this, but
mill's gone
Ain't nobody pays the slightest mind
That poor man's daughter is a rich man's wife
She danced away from me into a whole other life
But I just
morning traffic jam, wakeup call for both of them
Will work to eat, ask easy street for small change
And which one needs it more, the rich man
that day on the 4th of July has been a holiday
To the rich man, poor man, and everybody else but the cowboys in the RCA
Well I get on the phone and call
I'm not like Robin Hood, 'cause I want more
Steal from the rich, hang with the poor
My pockets are fat, you see, it don't matter to me
I feel like
Aye little rich man standin' in my way (In my way)
What I gotta do? To fuckin' get this cake! (What I gotta do)
Aye little poor man, don't let em in
or doctor
Being you a trader man
Who you are is greater than your fear
Don't be discouraged by criticism
is not by being perfect
is not by being Rich
You can see the way we do it here
You will be alright if you can change
You can be a rich man, you can start to climb.
Get into the rhythm, step
to touch his child bet he go to war about em
I ain't Neva seen a poor man act rich
I ain't Neva seen a rich man act poor
People actin like they don't need
I'm here at breaking point, mind and body tired
Those plans for happiness have all expired
The sales pitch from door to door
Says feed the rich
the wold want to be
Stayin' in the upper class so you're the path
The rich gets the most and the poor gets so little
And only money love can make it in
a cold one and have some fun
With the sun shinning on me and my baby with me
I'm as rich as a man could ever want to be
Cause we're the Poor Folk
No Joke
I'm the man, that they call Timbaland (uh-huh, what?)
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?
We gon' party, until the sun comes up (uh-huh)
No matter what the end is, when you attack you strike with vengeance
And always judge a man by his deeds
And never buy jealousy 'cause it breathes...
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still
to the fog, fuck a ho and miss, yeah
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose
Maybe that's what life is
Ay, man, caveman
hundred thousand dollar wrist watches
Little kids starving, the police killed his father
Rich man, poor man, civilized man, Tarzan
Who's right? fightin over
Breaking the chains of injustice suffering and pain
He was a man of mystery
Fighting the rich for our liberty
He was a man that came to be known by the name
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