Lyrics:
IM READING POOR DAD RICH KID
MY FATHER HMMM
DIDN’T HAVE ALOT OF DOUGH
BUT HE LIVED BY MANY QUOTES
NEVER RAT ON CATS FOR THE CHEESE
THATS THE BRO
our face
Someday
Someday
Close your eyes
And recognize
This ain't all about you
But all these stupid pigs
Wanna make it big
And get real rich
Real
on lean call it codein, Alpine system with the
Fo' fifteens
Boom-boom ta-da-ta-da, surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne,
and a spliff big like Bob Marley - (Ting mad pawdy)
No need no club key we party pon we grung G
Hookup a box fullup a table and it complete
Da zone ya no gun
on lean call it codein, Alpine system with the
Fo' fifteens
Boom-boom ta-da-ta-da, surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne,
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
I'm gonna wait for you daddy
Come home play marlies with me
I got your smokes and your favorite song
Come down to Hamilton Street
Doing errands for
eat a mento
They prolly know anigga black as hell cuss my big nose
They prolly know anigga packed in here by my big clothes
They prolly know I used
(don't even holler)
These niggas songs floppin' (songs floppin'), niggas ain't gon' stop him (gon' stop him)
Switch out my cars and my addy
My family
You know Young Rich Niggas
You know so we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though
(If Young Metro don't trust
feel like that
cause a nigga covered up in supreme
All these dope fiens in every bathroom
I been stackin green
Damn near Big Bob type arsonist
Wit how im
you do the math i'm up like the stock market down like a closed coffin and we can get it all off for the right price bob barker no cap i'm always
too big, but the heart's too small
In the arms of the Lord, we can conquer it all
They said we'd all be one under the same sky
But the rich got richer
Yeahhhh
(way ow)
(way ow ah ow ah ow)
(way ow)
I coulda been a gunman in the night
Crooked politician whey ah ruin people life
Big drug dealer whey
on
We can play along and do this rich shit if you want to
I hustle my ass off just so I can live comfortable
Naw we wasn’t the Huxtables
More like
a di mighty Culture
You know she Black Uhuru sing sensimilla
Pass the kutchie Mighty Diamonds
Bob Marley Kaya
Rasta herb songs a fire
Thanks to Ras
Leave his body ice cold fuck a pillow talk
I ain't wit the rap beef we gon have to walk
Big body Zooming grew a pair of wings like a hawk
Know you
microphone
Picked it up, now I'm back on your stereo
Out West, rollin' in a Big Benz
Don't chill, not 'til the song ends
There's the more, now I know you
they walk down the street
Yeah.
He's just a rich old man
He never cared for anyone
He likes to count his possessions
He's been a miser from penny one
He
she's got on
From her Versace to her Louis Vuitton
You wouldn't think she'd know every Merle Haggard song by heart
But when it comes down
sleep
And, I don't have a dime
But, after all this time
I'm a rich man
No fancy car to drive
I don't know what it's like
To have a big house with a pool
One two, one one two
[Chorus]
I was stabbed by Satan, on the day that I was born
I was promised lovin', but instead I was torn
La la la, la la
in a Nissan
And I used to be embarrassed by his car but I was driven
Now a nigga got a Benz be my underprivileged too big
All I had was time
See there's a big difference
Between the star life, and your life
Me, I live the star life
You smell it when I come through
When I come through
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