Lyrics:
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Free my brother quan
I won't stop even if they plea
Stop all the cap on live
When you seen me you act like you ain't know how to speak
Yo homie got
getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
Get your
getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
a ass told her back up
Had to flip the pack now I'm back up
If ya homie ever down get him back up
Back up
Back up
Back up
When I walk in better
And you kno when I b high when im n da V.I.P
I'm sho dey see me as I fly through da city n that brand new G.I.V
Young, rich, and famous wit a pistol you
And you kno when I b high when im n da V.I.P
I'm sho dey see me as I fly through da city n that brand new G.I.V
Young, rich, and famous wit a pistol you
And you kno when I b high when im n da V.I.P
I'm sho dey see me as I fly through da city n that brand new G.I.V
Young, rich, and famous wit a pistol you
'Round here you can die with your homie
'Round here you can die by your lonely
We come on your side for no reason
Shoot it up and then smile when we
Yeah, let's go
Candyman mixed this, that's my homie right there
I just got done fuckin', never puntin', always ballin', easy scorin'
Egg Mcmuffin' in
to perform, not the other way around, man
Fuck riding the trends, we're making our own sound
Bust through the roof while I'm looking clean
It was '97 when I hit
that said bring on the tide, as of-
My debut, I had owned shit
Sins I killed off with hatchet
Just to produce more, 'cause I'm human
Through
rich, still moving bricks for
All about the money and the music and the bros
If we talking money and the music got a fistful
Homie get to talking, out
where he stay, don't shoot the house up
Lay in they bushes 'til your legs lock up
Whoever walk outside first, drop some
Lift that chopper up, go nuts
a brother rich, it’s a fact like that
(ayy) act hard, but you broke
Like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop
Cause all I do is count stacks
(Take Take
know why
But once a chapter's written it can never be revised
My life is rich because it's so full of change
I'm sorry homie but I'm going my own way
up now
Level up, level up, level up, level up
Let's go
You playin' with the wrong nigga, word to Rich Homie
Prolly wanna off me cause your bitch
I only live by three words
Run it up
Yung Champ swaggin Amiri pants saggin
Never catch me lackin I'm young and I'm havin
Ten for a walk thru big
Figuring out your style
How you gonna walk and talk to crowds
You gonna put the acting down and start rapping but it's gone be worth your while
my side I won’t pout or not cry
And I’ll never just whine
(Bitch) (uh)
And I walk through the park while I’m broken and bruised
I got beat by the kids
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
the Candyland guap, shorty said Baland-land, the soda my socks
Rich Homie Quan nigga still goin' in and I ain't ever gon' stop
Whip the dick I nutted on her
up
Chi-Town, keep puttin' them lighters up
No matter where you from, put your lighters up
Now let me give you a walk through
Show you what to do
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