Lyrics:
been fallin by the wayside
Strugglin to keep the tears from my eyes
I been searchin for a way,
I cant see through the fog
Times I wish that I could stay
Roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after Bank Roll
I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
picture T.I.P.
Getting anything other than rich
Now can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitch
Labeled as anything less than "the shit",
Roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after Bank Roll
I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
black bitch Chocolate Tye
She was thick and rich, bitch couldn't be cuter
Had nice brown eyes and a big round budda
Took her to the 'tel didn't pull no
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
of sweat and pain
Keeps you safe from the wind and the rain
You bought into the big lie
That America will be great again
The rich are a club like a cult
[Rap: Rich Boy]
I'm a rich boy riding in my big superstar shit,
The one girls try to get they text me on my sidekick
Bring em to my palace, tell em
this, claimin' that he looking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king doing his thing
Big safes out in Beijing
Aqua green thing
One connect had turned
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
graffiti
I'm hearin' wankstas talkin' greasy
Whether broke or rich, my friend
Nasir bring that career to an end
And I'm bored with you MCs, B
Y'all beneath
During Esco season, Big ask Pac who shot you? It wasn’t much more but just accusations until the radio begin instigating then the East and West love
lit
Or an amethyst
Shining beneath a diamond
Filthy RICH
They was fuckin up commas
And screamin
Life is still a bitch
So you
Love her
Leave her
Fuck her
Boo' (yeah)
(Damn, Mario, stop playin')
Big Dude (Big Dude, Big Dude, baby, Big Dude)
I run this shit, you know?
Frrt
(Ayy, Carter Z, you goin'
(Let's do this, 88 Radio)
I-I-I'm in the sky I slit my-, I-, I-, silver cutters
I-, I-, cutters, I-, I-, I-, cutters, I-, cutters
(Naturally, you
The radio and TV they just can't get enough
This great big old world
I guess it still just ain't big enough
But y'all listen 'cause I'm holding on playa
Rich N!gga
Hook.
“ Ima do it like a rich’ niqqa...
Make the cheddar make more cheddar...
“Treat the business like I’m hungry’
“Yeah”
Make
getting rich
Too many shoes go with my fit I don't know which
Oh If 12 catch me it's free me I ain't gon snitch
You big mad cuz I blew right when you
of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck back
Come to your block in my PJ's
Big dot dot for the briefcase
Bro bought me a watch for my B-day
And my
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
We'll rent a big car and we'll drive all the way to Peru
I'll buy some magazines, some lady-stuff for you
You do the humming and I'll turn
usually started things off by asking about the avant-garde.
Â?? So, what's so good about new? they'd ask.
â?? Well, new isâ?¦ interesting.
â?? And what,
Oh, oh, oh, ha, ha
You know what this is right? This the real hip hop
None of that watered down shit you used to
Rest in peace Big L, rest in peace
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