Lyrics:
with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin' through your head
I been rich I been poor I saved
want to be an artist
In this day and age
You better have strong arms
You better be prepared
To swim upstream in shark-infested waters you
Better have
catch hunter
Biko pour me holy water
Say na who the check am
Say na who the check am
Niggah make you feel am
Abeg make you tell am
If enogo need am
Flame throwing demons
Out the tailpipe
A thousand horns
A million cries
The glory of the angels
Fucking mirror eyes
A spear a sign
Holy water into wine
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
scames
Major sports figures in and out of rehabs
Holy war with Jews and Arabs
Recalls and cutbacks feature story go to those who gay bash
Bolemic
Tylenols, put your head and call it all
Got you drinking water, when you should be drinking alcohol
Faster than an Adderall, make you shake your Audemars
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
bitches mad (Mad)
Balmains on her ass
Booty so big got to look when she pass
I'm a let her drive the Bentley (Bentley)
Fuck it might buy her a Jag (Jag)
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
All around the big bad world
On the CIA machine
Ten, ten, the President's men
In a big black limousine
There's an ICBM flyin' by
Get down
stay on my dick 'cause she know that I'm rich
Best thing in life was me goin' legit
And realizin' half of you never exist
Poppin' that thing like she
stones from Greece
In mouth he had like thirty plus karats
Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic
Told niggaz if he dies he want a glass casket
the shipwreck
Dive into your ocean
Holy water
Come to rescue me yuh
Yeah you caught me hiding
Cause I was afraid
There’d be no surviving
Your tidal wave
I won’t
and it's glistenin' (Uh)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Rrr)
Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')
I'll put a check on a bitch nigga
I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds
And I heard you say you rich
So you can't get lower than Styles
Kill everybody dead just so no one can
All these goofy and lames wanna beef wit me
I got no common decency
Rich amiri spend a day wit me
Undercover like I'm k.c.
Fake crip but you jd
faded than me
But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him, baby
My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah
We total opposites, I'm dirty
,
Idle-diddle-daidle-daidle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
the rent
No's my birthplace, thug water my T-shirt
I'm uptown in these hot blocks where there feens walk then this feet heard
It's DJ on rebirth, fat
world
And make you wish for the next night
I got what you're waiting for
[Naughty By Nature]
Now here we go
I say I kick looking all rich
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