Lyrics:
should’ve found another gig
A doctor or a lawyer, an accountant or a therapist
I am the man in the mascot suit
The tiny little body in the big fat dude
I
me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they
you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas
a bitch
Ohboy Dave pushing big boy plates
This boy Dave getting rich boy fades
Shit dont change need the same shit man
And if the head lame imma kick her
know I'm here to defeat
Prepare me so I can teach my goals, long life everyday
Man I gotta keep my hope
Could be lost but my feet was found
By
Ay ay ay ay for as long as I remember
I've been tellin' y'all man to pull these nigga resumes
You better check up on me nigga
These niggas be
Ay ay ay ay for as long as I remember
I've been tellin' y'all man to pull these nigga resumes
You better check up on me nigga
These niggas be
would invest and buy something for my parents
Even when I'm rich, I'm still shopping in clearance
Clap your hands for the man
Ain't nobody tell me what
the one in this rollie dog and I'm grinding hard til that bitch stop
I gets guap, I gets niggas, I get whatever I want bitch
If lil shawty ain't man up by
a big swing
Water on my wrist, don’t tick, it’s a rich thing
I’m on a roll
Shawty be with me on the road
I been the man, dipped im dabbin in fucking gold
influenced by so many, but man I'll never be no copycat (for real)
Yeah I'm going to hold on until the end and for that I just got to rap (okay)
I will be good
you step in the space then we sending you home
All by my self man i was outside in the cold
She only loves when im rich but hate when im broke
Fuck all
now I've been staying high, and saying I'm getting by
I'd probably be a rich man if I started to try
I've been kicking the shit like the fuckin' fourth
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
up your day
Got you seein' me funny
Man this shit is lit
No need for a bitch
No need for a bic
I'm tryin' to get rich
Muscle off the rip
Somethin'
Ayyy, big E-side on this motherfucker, man I'm finna let y'all know what I've been going
through, man Y'all know life, life's a gamble, man
You can't
a time when a black man
Couldn't be down wit' your crew (Can I have a job please?)
Now you want all the help you can get
Scared? Well ain't that true
CHORUS
We winning in this bitch
Yeah they feeling this shit swear to God
We winning in this bitch
Lit and I'm really just rich FRESH YARD.
VERSE
drown
Ballin' out number 1
With assist now
Big hits, mo' rich
New car, new bitch
I'm a hot boy, free B.G
Free the Carter V, let your streets eat
like that (yo)
You're looking for truth
Oh, I got some answers man
So good to me, ah let's get into it
Let's go
Night and day, I ain't scared
on down the aisle.
Mr. Big Man packin' that steel.
But tonight you ain't shit.
Now spin the fuckin' wheel!
Looks good nice try! Now let's see just
I'm just trynna feel alive
Pardon my ignorance
Pardon my pride
Pardon my bullshit
Pardon my mind
Only do big talk pardon my size
Pull up like ops
out you tryin' to fuck with his dime
you laid your life on the line
but the cards are in my hands
I love this rich man, and fuckin' you is not
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
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