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born to get rich
Rollin out the big jars woods get too harsh
Foreign and it's push start and it look hard
Just left the Coast now I'm back
I been there

Everything big, everything big, everything big
Yeah, everything big, in my motherfuckin' crib, whoa
And I'm gettin' rich with my nigga, BlackThaKid, whoa
Damn,

GNC rich gang, nigga on me
It's a shame what they do for the clout
Stayed down, until I got out
Ring, ring, that nigga a mouse
In a fast whip, big crib,

believing, They was bashin'
Now that it's up, They gon' claim they saw flashes
Of greatness, You know I'm attracted
Get up
Get down
Big responsibilities if you

I’m warm-ups, shorts, jeans, and boots
And the only thing I rap about is beats and rhymes
We think deep by design, you should read my mind
‘Cuz yours is

your head off
You was talking big
What you scared for
Like biggie said, niggas dead wrong
They identify you by your headstone
They identify you by your

The Ballad of Hard Luck Henry

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,
Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.

The riffles of his sluicing-box

wasn't by my side you cant rock with us
That's my slime (Yea, yea)
That's my slime
That's my slime
(Yea, yea)
I just fucked yo main bitch
Big ol Benz watch

a Buffalo
Live rich fuck the broke
Walking with the hundreds though
Big ass bills a nigga stay counting hella dough
Big tripping that's a part of my day
I

I sing your name like a melody
I always pray you have a better day
Bought you that rove yea I matted it
Aventador ya I matadored it
Big 4s all

Fraudulent people tired of it
Risk for the money, so tired of it
Day by day, so tired of it
Not rich yet, so tired of it
Hiding pain, so tired of it
On my own,

bitch, fat ass, big tits ey
Light up trees like Christmas ey
Smash that, scratch that wishlist
Pass that, pass that, that's that G shit ey
Rich bitch, fat

so I gotta get rich remember getting rob, so I keep my stick
FN, big bullets, bro he better not trip, extra clip on my hip if a nigga bought friends

Big stash, money count, big safe, money washer
Big crib, new whip all black in the night time never call back

Thick bitch with a whole lot of ass

tryna creep on some shit
We was jumping fences wasn't tryna get rich
Tryna get it better work it day by day
Tryna erase my past but it won't go away

I

doing Michael Jackson before I could talk
I was chosen by the Lord like Noah with Ark's
I ain't sitting at the back I did it Ms. Parks
Clifford I'm a big

lungs get bigger
In the club with some stars big dipper
Leave the ho by the bar big tipper
I put a ho in the trash no liter
Cap in they raps say they got

act like you hood rich
Pipe dreams, inhale take a big hit
Quick fade, y’all really need good clips
Lemme put the flames out with a quick flick
War time,

inah mi eye affi rich out
Look pon e big fat beast how e drift out dialer a run n mi killa them a flip now..
Dweet from the grung come up neva beg

Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea
Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass
Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last
And young Wayne do song about

Angels

KB

Weight & Glory

2012

Cats should get they minds right
Cats should get they minds right

They say they goin' in, rollin' in, blowin' stems
Hollerin' YOLO in a photo

yea
Smoke a zip yea
Twenty twenty rich yea
I can’t work with these niggaz cuz they out the way (Cause they out the way)
Tryna' cop a big body staying in

hop

59FIFTY
874 Dickies
Everybody brought papers
And throwin' in for the sticky

Same ones that I'm rollin' with are ones rollin' with me
Backyard

And you big sad
Big mad
Yeah you been banned
Been a big stan
Big lag
Dressed in louis vuitton custom made all by virgil
Take a look at my team nothing but