Lyrics:
Bills, bills, bills, been spent
Kelendria rich, huh?
Sa-saucy on ice, but this shit is sweet
Go another side, that you never seen
Ice on my tides,
head my watch and my will
Enchanted by lawyers in love and a little white pill
A king a clown a falling star
For rich for poor still there you are God
They feed them dirt on fashion - the Gucci and the Dolce
I ain't saying go be a monk and join a convent
I'm just saying you can get rich without a dime
The poor man's son wants to be rich
He sees success as his ultimate goal
The rich man's son wants to make no promises
cnd both of them need to feed
like some new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh
Welcome
that we smoke
I said fuck that, you get free smoke
If I say this, they might re-vote
Why I'm the king of Grime by default
Big ego, man can't diss my
WcR
W cR
What has the world become?
The poor man is the native son
We are born to win
Never to lose
, but the rich man smiles
With his devilish
so terrible if I had a small fortune?"
If I were a rich man
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
All day long, I'd biddy biddy bum
If I
Mr. Mathers claims he had it
I can't imagine it, that little rich, poor, white bastard
Needs to take some of that cash out of the bank and take a bath
, but no man
Wants to die a poor man with no plan
Association breeds similarity
That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
'til six niggas carry me
me for brighter days
Oh, smile, let me spy the frame
I'm so lit, it could start the campfire
Shorty, where your man? Let me stand by ya
Well,
Either rich poor or Mike is who I want to be like
Story of many black males that I refuse to rewrite
Yo, brothers opinions is Bias-ed, like Len
go out
Do this one for the highs, for the lows
For the rich, for the poor
For the niggas that won't make it
The niggas with a shot
The niggas that gon'
go out
Do this one for the highs, for the lows
For the rich, for the poor
For the niggas that won't make it
The niggas with a shot
The niggas that gon'
just look at faces
Chorus
I long for a place of no black or white
I long for a place of no rich or poor
All man but a brother, a sister, a friend
until you can't wash them any more
It is like an epidemic and you won't find a cure
Upper class you could be rich, middle class wheter you are poor
I've seen good men turn bad, and bad men do good
Rich men with nothing and poor man with gold
Nothing surprises me no more
I seen players get played
everything
They write be a contradiction
I tell 'em I do it for the love
I do it for the hugs i do it for the bugs
I do it for the thugs i do it for the rich
I
survival
Now everybody wants to be next American idol
But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we
until you can't wash them any more
It is like an epidemic and you won't find a cure
Upper class you could be rich, middle class wheter you are poor
Rasta.
Yes I
I and I was not born
Rich nor poor.
I and I was born naked.
You hear something
Feel something
Know something
Do something
See something
BE
that make the babies (oh, yeah, baby)
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men
solution
A rope on his neck cos that’s where peace at
Women get raped and money is a bait
Man I pray yall safe, the poor is starving
The rich is greedy,
The rich man and the poor man hand in hand
With the crooked and the crippled and the lame
The tired and disappointed, the hopeful and assured
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