Lyrics:
long it lasted
We were saddened then ecstatic, saying Michael
Then imagine, then
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Miseducated by these terrible lies
Age
a start
All my friends from school
Introduce me to their spouses
While I'm left standing here
With my hands down the front of my trousers
I just
You know I got that college admission
But I'm still on the seas, like I'm trying to go fishing (Big trout)
Bars too hard, not I'm not doing lesser
In
Richard, the floor needs sweeping
(Okay boss) now stack some shelves up (Okay)
Richard, we need more chips (Okay)
By now you must know mans pissed
But I'm
get it tee'd off, but it's the follow through
Follow through, break my legs I'm still gon' chase my dreams that what I ought to do
What's wrong with
to know
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please
Now it's over, they left in the spring
Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things
And I
of everything, I'm addicted, I want this medicine
Gang charge, feel like I can beat it, I got a severance
Four Richard Milles, plus India Richard, it look like
My ex still chilling with the friends I set her up with
I smile when I'm alone me and her bestie used to fuck quick
I'm petty with my words and I'm
just get our tally on
We still winning rings and we ain't took our towel off
How can you not be cocky when you're Richards by the mile long
I'm
shit without my OG's
Bitches switched got cold feet
Now that Richard Millie just a old piece
Made my niggas richer with no fees
I need All my meds by
after we run you off man
I've been gettin' to the paper there's no other way
Same me still flexin' just another day
You were sleeping while I'm over here
I'm still here
I'm still climbing
If you by my side I appreciate
I'm still here
I'm still praying
I'm working
I'm still grinding
I'm still here
I'm
a queen and I love your mind
Wanna talk about your dreams, let the day go by
But I'm busy with this green gotta cop that slime
Steady mobbing with the team
to have their heads looking sideways
Like wait ... what?
They be laughing like my name is Richard
But I'm catching heat like Pryor stuff
Soon I'll be out
to the money, y'all jogging (Yeah)
Richard Milles represent victories (21)
Still the same, I'm just a richer me (Oh God)
A washed up bitch don't mean shit
a start
All my friends from school
Introduce me to their spouses
While I'm left standing here
With my hands down the front of my trousers
I just don't
different)
Im trying to stay consistent without falling into gimmicks
(Cant fall into gimmicks)
Burdened by my limits
Never thought I could admit it
I feel
I'm like, "Please, please"
Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes
Still whip stuff, still gun shit down
Club, brought the check, fuck around and get fined
Put some balmains on my jeans
Iced out all the team we keep it lit
Want a richard milli on my wrist
I'm just playing I don't really give a shit
It's
shit on you
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin' (what?)
Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless
Your
your watch)
I'll shit on you
(Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family)
I'll shit on you
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker
flexin'
You niggas is jokes but we is not laughin'
This is my wood no I'm not passin'
Me and J5 still swervin' an Aston
Its been a minute since last time we
Been around the block a few times
She been blowing up my phone
I've been blocked a few times
I'm still going to the hole, and niggas never know
Only
to hell
Bitch I been trappin' these drugs they thought I was the cartel
Bitch got me feelin' like Yeat, Yeah here come the bell
Still goin' to hell
Aye aye
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