Lyrics:
And these niggas know wassup
I promise every time we put that boy in double dutch
He gon' get hit by the side, and other side
We run him up rush him up
Falling for you and can't help it
I Smoke alot baby I'm well lit
Smoking I do for my wellness
By wellness I mean mental health bitch
Depression its all
a mansion inside of the womb
Got hundreds and fifty's all over my room
Surrounded by riches I'll die in my tomb
I'm so rich
Car go zoom
I had a mansion
there?
(Oh yeah)
My boogie baby now
The world ain't no fairy tale
And it's ran by some rich white scary males
To make it simple for you let's call 'em
the rich
Time to take their shit
Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don't stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by
to get rich just trying to get by
By playing for tips on a Saturday night
'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinking on our
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
Leave a nigga with a headshot
He crying out to his mama
Nigga's know me I go outside
They call me by Flexx Balla
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Pussy boy talking that
Thinkin that I'm rich from the game or illegal fame
Gotta lotta dap from the boys who believe the same
Couldn't tell you why, I live this little lie
Tryin
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
When I grip the Tec kiss the deck
I'll spray at you're way
Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy thats my
Kay Kay Kay
another billion dollars as soon
As this KK get grown
I'm make a stain out you dissing no
Little shit that I'ma aim at you, man
Boy, this a new AK
That
shit it doesn't do any good what you die from
My boy was just like me
He's a rabbit
Suicidal
Grabbin on to that weight
Lucky paw
Shut the fuck up
Shaking
one on my corner by law I?m the ruler,
Go back to your jeweler tell'em make you more cooler,
Am a rich dude, baby this is big dick rules,
I make dating
Cleveland, that's where I reside (no zap)
I slide through the Clay, bitch, I'm good on the 5 (boy)
Okay if I ride with my nine
If I see an opp, hope his
Young Rich and Slick's got ya
Well in peace
I don't know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar
Maybe the music I am doin' is never
that thrives off the pain
My parents gave my tiny little brain
I... was just a little boy with a gun I taught myself to aim
I... never would of shot up
that thrives off the pain
My parents gave my tiny little brain
I... was just a little boy with a gun I taught myself to aim
I... never would of shot up
a little good for no good reason
Read a good book when your soul needs feeding
When it comes to love they taught me this
Boy never forget
When it comes
Getting rich from the dog food
Money getting it
Pouring liquor just to numb the feeling
From the bottom getting by
Things you gotta deal wit
Comes to steps
the flames
Cop a whip a little drop so you can pose with your chain
And when you don't do it they say your not game
If your really making it brother maintain
practicing a front flip
Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip
Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich
Asked her what she's
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
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