Lyrics:
real, I'm makin' cash fo' sure
Stuntin' every chance I get because I had it poor
But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door
And I'm
I'm livin'
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone
A poor girl wants to marry
And a rich girl wants to flirt
A rich man goes to college
I'm livin'
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone
A poor girl wants to marry
And a rich girl wants to flirt
A rich man goes to college
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
And the rich man makes the money
[Chorus:]
We travel all over this country wide
Playing music by the hour
in the sky, one mile high
Built to shelter the rich and greedy
Rows of eyes, disguised as windows
Looking down on the poor and the needy
Miles
years old
Gone to rich from poor
I walked through the house
Too many stupid little things to count
The sun was pouring in the window
So I decided to go
Young girls getting molested over some dinner dates
Daddy issues paved the way for these pervs to prey
I pray everyday my little sisters don't go through
The greatest rich is the one
Who gives those few things he owns
Poor little girl
Where do you go?
Where do you go?
Jesse James was a man that killed many a man
And robbed the Glendale train
Robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor
Had a hand and a heart
girl, but not the ordinary
Extraordinary, a little too much to carry
Possessed by a demon on a mission
No man alive can refuse her proposition from
I can tell by the way you've been
Lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been
Dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u
flowin', yeah
She told me she comin', so I keep goin', oh yeah
Really tryna win? You gotta sacrifice
Bro'nem was gettin' rich, I felt I had to try it
I
in the sky, one mile high
Built to shelter the rich and greedy
Rows of eyes, disguised as windows
Looking down on the poor and the needy
Miles
[ Don Rich ]
Sally used to carry my books to school Sally was a good ole girl
Helped me with my homework cause I was a fool cause Sally was a good
I'm too rich
Make money without a hitch
I'm too rich
You broke and just an itch
Yeah, Gabe The Babe, on the mic
I'm really poor and ugly... Sike!
Yeah I
the many children now
Poor little boys and girls
Who want that mother's loving hand
To smooth their golden curls
Who want that mother's loving hand
a little apprehensive
He was just a boy from a local comprehensive
But he'd heard that
Posh girls have good manners, but they go like the clappers
the entire colony have one-by-one been through
The same glorious romantic tragedy with the same three Lamia,
Who regenerate themselves every time,
and put a puncture in your liver
I can tell by the way you act so soft you like my type of nigga
Better get romantic with ya make love to ya by the river
can tell by the way you act so soft you like my type of nigga
Better get romantic with ya make love to ya by the river
I'm wit the wine glass to go
and put a puncture in your liver
I can tell by the way you act so soft you like my type of n****
Better get romantic with ya make love to ya by the river
a puncture in your liver
I can tell by the way you act so soft you like my type of nigga
Better get romantic with ya make love to ya by the river
I'm wit
and put a puncture in your liver
I can tell by the way you act so soft you like my type of nigga
Better get romantic with ya make love to ya by the river
Always been a little stupid
A little too romantic for my own good, though
Could you ask cupid if he's seen my name on lists?
I think somebody missed
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