Lyrics:
little
To put on a show for you
And I hope that little naive dream will come true
Hi there,
It's Sam, Sammy, Samantha,
Just wanted to
Check in to see if
the only ones that can't be worn
Out
By any place any part of the world
And while I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl
When she's in
The Bridge
bap
Two all black chucks and a starter cap
Now we in it
Had to take it by force
Get rich fuck poor
Had to kick down the door fasho
Slow life is bore
breeding ground
The poor get poorer while
The rich get rich in style
Ill be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown
Top of the throne, top
Put your lighters up if you livin' in a caste system
Where the powerful oppress and then blame the victim
Where the cops killin' people, rich
And finally, now, at last, his royalties!
Royalties! [repeat: x5]
Billy the mountain was rich! his eyeball-caves widened in amazement,
His cliff (which
We were rich and we were poor
Two children playing grown-up games
The prince and the princess
You loved me hard, just like a rock
I threw away
might as well cling
The way you shine shorty you da shit
The princess in the pauper pit
We may be poor but we rich in soul
Just get involved and get
Frodo saw.
We keep it romantic by the fire and I call a star?
But I'm still a big boy making love up in you jar.
Ohh no look what I've done she's
don't try
I fall apart when I begin to see the world
For what it's worth
So come by get it while the rich kids
All go taking what you've earned
And maybe
of the rich were the best we'd ever
Found, and some of the poor were too
It's such a shame
That lines are drawn
And the misery spreads
When the violence
Upends
a whole post 'bout me
On the low, I thought you little sluts had forgot about me
By the time you get a dick, bitch, I got about 3
Obese ass bitch
SLife
Stop drop and roll
All my girls touch your toes
Shake that ass for the culture
Leave that nigga he don't want you
My bitch she a vulture
Good
Looking for my place to shine, yeah
Girl you look as sweet as apple pie
Running from the back by the trash way back in the Ville, on the flat right where I
now
Hoping that you come around
You know I loved you always
And all of the ways
You made my day, all you gotta say
Three little words, all my worries
I guess I just feel like I deserve a little more
I'm not asking to be treated like Biggie and young Shakur
But I feel like I should be able to make
Wants its in, its in
For now there's no cure
It doent care for race or gender
You rich or you’re poor
It strikes like an unpaid worker
Hitting fathers
rent
Yeah that your top lip
That boy need a hoe bath take a little rinse
Ran out with that bag like Tate Laurenz
Pop out with the swag tailor stitched
Big A, little A, bouncing be
The system might have got you but it won't get me
1, 2, 3, 4
External control are you gonna let them get you?
that my fams straight
Yuh
Hard to force this
I'm gon mourn this
Bored with little bit extra corpses
I ain't think straight
smell like poor piss
Make my
Spend your life exploiting the poor
You fucking rich bitch, you make me sick
Come for the fight, prepare for the war
War Walking on the fucking
While the Wall Street fuckers keep singing their song
And the poor bite the bullet and just play along
Oh you poor little boy now what will you do
When
"Malosha's my name", she says
I'll take you to the meadows of joy
Where the old, young, rich, poor, black, yellow, white
Live united in sunshine each day
when I get it so I'll never be rich
And this is the one for all my homies
And this be the song that gone buy my mom things
Like how I could get so big
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