Lyrics:
Hunnid dollar for the Richard Mille
You already know we own the city
We working hard since from the beginning
Oh, God! Yeah we did it
Oh, God! Yeah we did
different We all have different feelings
It takes a village It takes praying family and friends
To help us heal our invisible scarz
IAmRudy by the way
of money
And I’ve got the perfect plan”
Now Jesus up in the wheelhouse
Could ‘ave put a stop to it
But he was disgusted with humans
That’s why he didn’t do
the little homies on the block feeling me
Rolling up and down the boulevard, I know it's damn hard
My pops was born in Richard Allen pre-Ram Squad
Ain't
and ever since then I been distant
Back when I ain't know I was gifted
Now it hurt me to think bout' my dawgs that we lost
R.I.P Bonty and Harri my boys
Can
to school get a degree
do it wit passion/
talk with sense when speakin'
they think we clueless/
get the ""what"" and ""what was that""
No it's excuse me/
Eric
Swear I been through the trials
Tribulations
It was hard though
But i was patient
If a nigga don’t want the best for me
I gotta cut him off
Need my
ain't no way people listen to that shit
To really listen, you know that it's outta pity and they strictly here
To diss it, don't dismiss it though, you
doing dishes, fucking these bitches
Just call me Richard I'm stacking my riches (get that doe, oh yeah)
A young nigga getting it, yeah
Uh huh (uh huh)
I'm
sorry that you sing
I am not playing
It's my way or the highway
You should be going
You made your choice and now you know what's coming
Pack your
The girl always a say. Hear weh she say
I am saying,
It's my way or the highway
You should be going
You made your choice and now you know what's coming
Pack
rounder than a pancake
(That scutter)
Damn she got the fatty? turn around and make that ass shake
(Shake that)
By any means? I gotta get it' on this paper
get down
All de way down
She do yer laundry
She change a tire
Chop a little wood for de fire
Poke it around...if it died down
Oh yeah
She was a fine
no sleep (Sleep)
Valentinos on my feet (Feet)
Real hustler, one point five on the counter next week (Damn)
That's the way I was raised, keep it G
write In my songs
(Tryna find out what's wrong)
The same people on my side
The same bitches that turned they back
Every time I closed my eyes
It was
carry that for you
Came with my own dirty laundry you was packing it for me
We then been thru the storms learned to dance in the rain
You stuck by me thru
cake
I've been jumpin' on these Lears, that's the way I'ma chase 'em
Franklin's comin' by the layers, that's the way we gon' make 'em
She don't know
brains
If you brought it, that means you got it
And if you brought, that means you should have shot it
Cuzz I'm about to drop the ray and Nina
Locked
To turn my spirit into shattered glass
Matter of fact, it’s only by God’s grace that i haven’t snapped
Not playing Ne-Yo, definitely no Dwele
I rather bump
abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different
some water make it rain
Coppin that Richard Millie Plain Jane
Ain't playing by no rules , against the grain
Put the opps in my sights, shooting range
Will and Bill they need to kick the habit (put it down)
We on the same trip, we just got different baggage (that trip was brown)
Parks spilled
I could barely see her
Thought I saw a bug on the ceiling
But it was just Richard squeeling
Big Watch staring at nothing
In the street, Richard's
killers, this shit real, ask 'em (4KTrey)
You can't say that that shit fake if everybody sayin' it
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come,
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