Lyrics:
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had
be where a boss be
You can't see, I think you lost me and that is costly
They asking what it cost me
I thought rich, worked hard, never switched
On god
gun tucked, heat beamin’ by the weekend
Every season growin’ colder that’s for certain, you know
Plus my lil’ brother still stressin’ over his mother
Lyrics translated by HIPHOPLE.com
You know we don't fuckin' sell our cake
Yeah
Gang
Nigga
Bitch, I'm really rich
Yeah, hold on
Bitch, I'm really
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
Talkin 400 streams to the dollar, but holla, you messed up
Thats why you might see me dressed up
Somewhere gettin flexed up
All my shit is for retail, you
Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
It was
of prison
Rich nigga shit, bitch, I make all the decisions
Yeah, yeah
Come on, P (player)
Two-tone Skydweller, don't play with me (two-tone)
Dracos,
You can call me Roddy but not rich yah
You can say I'm Roddy but not rich yah
You can call me Roddy but not rich yah
You can say I'm Roddy but not
pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he
pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he
pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he
the game like Madden (Madden)
Money fucking do a backflip (rich)
Ride around with a dumb bitch (what)
They hating on me 'cause I'm dumb rich (rich)
It's
you see him
Now look at that young nigga can't
Catch him with no new friends
Now look at that young nigga he ain't gave
Me the whole way back in the day
pipe me (if he wanna pipe me)
Brand new AP, got the right timing (got the right timing)
You can get it when I hear the register ching-ching (ayy, ayy,
man you're
Talking about me
He's got his treasure in the bank
But I've got you and I'm so thankful
Oh well it's good to be rich like
Oh well I'd rather
on Fear Factor, it's me I'm the factor, so tell me boy who you really after?
If the bitch bad I might shack her, but she ain't getting pampered, one bad
the fuck he's goin' on about, but he didn't really deserve it.All he's trying to do is relay a message from me to you, right? And he went the wrong way about
nah
I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick
Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich
I can tell you how to die or how to live in this
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
him at a winter party (Party)
I saw him and I know he saw me (Saw me)
He was by himself didn't roll with an army
He was staring at me kind of oddly
by Upton Sinclair, you'll see what I'm saying
You don't have to be black to be poor and oppressed
Just like there are rich black people profiting off
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
Everybody on the lean
But ain't got not shoulder to lean
On
Still the hnic
I know you wish you was me
I rather be rich
I rather be rich
I rather be rich
I
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