Lyrics:
Just try to elevate your status and get richer
My time is money it becomes apparent by a Richard
A couple mil is not enough to get through lifelong
your aim
(Never be the same Never be the same)
Dark tint on a stark whip rolling by your house when you at work trip
How we started at the same place
Downtown's been caught by the hysteria
People scream and shout
A generation's on the move
When disco spreads like a bacteria
These lonely days are
at the same muthafuckin Time
Yeah
Y'all know what this is
Bout to make you niggas feel it
Yeeee
(R.I.P P-Folks)
Picture perfect
Verses painting these pictures
Tony are you proud..
cre you proud...
Brother Richard are you proud..
Pastor pastor are you proud..
Yeah I'm talking are you proud?..
We gon it wear it
laugh at my brother Little Richard
When he says you ain't gave him nothing.
Let's leave him out of this Hell, that ain't no joke.
His songs are still
Me I'm sending messages to fans
Hoping for their sake
I can find the upper hand
Coz while I sit and Hufflepuff
These man are Slytherin to snake
You
considering you lived pretty close by
The tension was destined
But I know from every single rejection comes a better lesson
I only have what I learned and I'm
Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.
Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind.
This is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied.
As you wish, monsieur.
They
Said you sent me to heal broken-hearted
Set the captives free
Give eye-sight to the blind
Set at liberty those who are oppressed
Nothin' for US
like I'm finding, I'm confounded by the Great Depression
Had the trip of a lifetime Mary J where you at
Gave my life a lifeline, suicide and yack
Had my
black Puma jet
Shining my light on the world just like "UMI Says"
Got the Richard Mille, all colors
Might hit you with the rose gold all summer
For
black Puma jet
Shining my light on the world just like "UMI Says"
Got the Richard Mille, all colors
Might hit you with the rose gold all summer
For
wondering how you got there
Legs bare blood stare now part of living impaired
Blood stains on the foyer from deceased veins where are
You going voyeur boy
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
strippers are sprung
My middle initial is awful Richard
And my nickname's right on the tip of her tongue
The side of her mouth is dripping with (EGG)
I'm
am
McALLISTER ah, so you are excuse me
KEATING keep ripping
Gentlemen! This is a battle a war and the
Casualties could be your hearts
And souls thank
showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you're goin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass
fading
Are you thinking that it's me you're fooling?
Where's the right in, all of our fighting?
Look at, look at, look at what we're doing
(Repeat Chorus)
'em like the clubs where plenty twenties spent
Excelling next to me, you get a mouth of empty sentiment
Subtle, beat-up in the tunnel on a summer
the bars
Get in their ear like you was a Q-Tip when they hate where you are
S on my chest even when I’m touching the sky I still reach for the stars
Ain’t
I don't walk alone in my wafflecomb
Bitch I levitate
La-di-da with gravitas
Listen while you meditate
Talk in tones, off the dome
But usually I think
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
I be makin power moves
This the type of s*** that I could dedicate some hours to
How are you (hey) gonna bite my this is 40 s***
Gonna pick an album
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