Lyrics:
Sometimes I wish to God
I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
Road you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on
A cold dark
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
the reason my people say they tired of rap
Inspired by Black, Muslims and Christian
Pushin' Cutlasses, dope, and other traditions
In the conditions
of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,
niggas
My nigga, my nigga (dope boys my niggas)
My nigga, my nigga (YG my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (Rich Homie my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (it's
and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump being up down up, play with
dilute, even if I threw garbage on the ground
I couldn't pollute, man, I'm too rich for that, bitch
So what's your name?
I'm Ynot, I own a mansion
a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
that's what I was taught to do
by my big homie thou
you can always be a nigga,
but a nigga ain't rich
she dip wit' me (shawty)
Well let me see (shawty)
What it might be (shawty)
And what's ya' fee (shawty)
For my fantasy (shawty)
Now I ain't rich
to God I didnt know now
The things I didnt know then
Road you gotta take me home
Solo
I drive by the homeless sleeping on a cold dark street
Like
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
Uh- that's right
Reality check
You know what I mean
Street life's eh
Scorpion yeah uh
When I was young
I use to dream of being rich
Have
nigga, my nigga (YG my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (Rich Homie my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga (it's the motherfuckin' world)
Just know I'm down with
hitta, my hitta (YG my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (Rich Homie my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (It's the motherfuckin' world)
Just know I'm down with
and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa
Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa)
We poppin' rubber bands!
Spend this money by the grand!
We Poppin' rubber bands, spend
This money by grand
What you make up in a week
Nigga I got it
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
What you know about that? [Repeat: x3]
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap
mortal mechanism dies, in nutrients rich
In the hallowed turf you lie, just for the taking
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
There on that corner I silently stood
I felt so blue as the crowds hurried by
Nobody knew how I wanted to cry
Gee but I'd give the world to see
That
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9
the days get long
We're breathin' in and keepin' on
Sayin' baby we can make it even if were barely getting' by
Rich on love with nothin' in the bank
Beer
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