Lyrics:
the world? why is the hate
I got some big confessions to make
Remember the name eight eighty eight
Poor in the pocket, but rich in faith
People do laundry, but
gotta keep it on me
Big boss, staying by my lonely
Yeah, yeah
"Lifestyle of the Rich" but I ain't "Famous"
Getting to that cookie like my first name
you ever strived for what you deserve
How it be now for the same ground where I be seeing stars
Being a child step in the real world
The deal when
as real as it gets so come see me
Gotta be a rich bitch cause I like nice things
Gotta be my own boss cause I only do me
Need a big bag like Santa
on this shit
('Cause this pain inside)
(It never seems to pass me) see I feel even more trapped
(I said it never seems to pass me by)
Yeah
Where'd we
Real ones by my side, that's what I call real luxury
I'm contemplating, shit, what I need right now?
A big drank, a big check, a real girl some real
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
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
Ian chose the streets the streets chose me I’m from the country
By age of 3 I knew I wanted to be a Rich Yungin
Loyalty out way blood being kin that
Foxxx, Bunchy The Fat Bastard, Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin'!
(Outlaw
Weezy F, fuck hoes
It's truck the world
It's truck yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop
ain’t last summer
And it’s a real big bummer
Last summer
Drank til the world was spinning
So loud our ears were ringing
Nothing could make us surrender,
options I got plenty mo' which one I pick today
Know its million in the world that's thuggin' all wanting my place
Wanting my place for real
Yeah i'm
by Supreme ('Preme)
Whips on gasoline (Gasoline)
Cribs big as fuck (What?)
Sutton Sutton Springs (Haha)
We ain't stressin' a thing (A thing)
Me
Lasik
To see eye to eye with a real one baby
Big tat on my big back that mean
I'm a alpha call me big cat and
I got that make them sweat
Walk by and they
DONN JONES
00:00:05 - 00:00:20
Nick Fury.
BIG HAM
00:00:20 - 00:00:23
I'm something like that
BIG HAM
00:00:23 - 00:01:16
like that. Rich
say
Got get it
How ya living?
Sipping 'Scoto
Eating tacos
Hit the lotto
What's the motto?
We investing in these big bottles real vacations with real
get rich
Don't care about a
Let ya'll finish that
Gotta Hustle little smarter cause it's hard to get by
Crime do pay till you doing that time
Lately I
you stand by your king, yeah, that Coretta shit (ayy)
In the world with no one to trust, know you can trust me (trust me)
Just know that I'm stay
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
downs, thats shit that I like
Big dope we facing, Sour only what I light
Get to ballin’, they gon remember just like the highlights, nigga
I’m something
They digging for reasons why they don’t fuck me
Kept it a buck and a half when they play the 50
I stayed solid and earned stripes for real
Never been out
toe tags they'll give you time let time add
It's cod you better not lag
It's big difference in our skill gap
The COP the real nightmare
And Freddie
the world off to get my mind straight
Ain't no one asked
Popped up with a kid
Now they in my business
Don't do that
I'm a bougie rich bitch
B.R.B gotta check
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