Lyrics:
R.I.C.H. By: KNG Futuri$tik Father of Aniya
Intro
The system killed Aniya Garrett better CHANGE LAWS….
Keep failing our children CHANGE
Ran it up like 4 flats
Count this, all racks, I ran it up like 4 flats
Count this, all racks, I ran it up like 4 flats
Count this, all racks, I ran
the actions are little
Mama be lookin like what the am I hearing
Keep my mouth shut cause I don't like to be questioned
Thought by now i would have lavish life
Blink once, blink twice
Cause that'd get ya life snatched
Faster than a Tyson match
Pull up to the scene so fresh, so clean
In a 7-4 pound, with
ain't for kids
The way I'm living my life, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
Big credit alert, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
My shooters taking no drugs, N4
and get out of my sight
'Cause MC Ren is a nigga for life
You're a nigga 'til you die
If you're a po' nigga, you're a po' nigga
If you're a rich nigga,
Zaytoven
Super
You can feel the pain on a young nigga you hear me?
Future Hendix
Young rich nigga
Fucking bad bitches
That's all I know (that's
Birdman, my man
Two words: Rich Gang
YSL Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life aye
Try anyone of us you'll lose your life play
With these big dogs better have
baby)
Sometimes I get drunk, for stress relief
Other times I put "Life After Death" on and peep
We ride (we ride) what's a four door Bentley Coupe
dressed to the nines
In the desert together
We’ll fuck in 4/4 time
Coachella kids
I think you got it right
Professionally rich
Doing nothing with life
to inspire you
To rise above the odds still in search of a higher you
Make the sacrifice today tomorrow just a day away
Cuz life is all about decisions
least 4 zeroes yeah
At least 4 zeroes yeah, at least 4 zeroes yeah
Back on the streets remember the times we had zero
No time for love, no time for life
I wanna make it rich
I wanna make it big
Know I gotta keep these sticks
223 get you hit
Know i gotta go get rich for the fun life
I just wanna
Yea
Mula
Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag
Run it up four by four on the track
Backing it up all I'm talking is facts
I ain't friendly you
whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like it's usually the ones that's right by ya
Fire!
Jumping up out the tip with pistols
(yeah)
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
Five, four, three, two, that's time, I got
To you, that money
My dreams come true
My life in diamonds
Who
done
Know you sick, cause you just found out that I made your bitch cum
Yeah, this a rich trapper lifestyle
This a rich trapper lifestyle
This a rich
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon' fall (Aye)
Tryna get me murked (Uh)
That shit
four-three-two-one lift off (yeah)
Went to get the broom, I had to beat a bitch off (whoa)
People get so crazy when you're rich and famous (ay)
But I ain't no
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
rich I got
Problems money can fix
A lot of, people I came
Across a lot people I met
And lost what's, the price how
Much it cost life can't go
On pause
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
put you on to me, A plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here
I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
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