Rich (Interlude)

I learned in trappin', in the business
Smart people makin'
Horrible decisions, you know?
Rich n-, gettin'
My d- sucked after the show
I ain't gonna lie, we were poor
A bunch of lost souls in survival mode
It wasn't no way for us
Unless we find our own

Runnin' in stores, kickin' in doors
Nigga, give me my glory
Nigga play with me
He ain't gon' live to tell the story
You know this the type of shit we glorify
Everybody "gang, gang"
Most of the people that you grew up with
Man, in chain gang
In the box, gettin' pink

Nigga shit where you sleep
Nigga shit where you еat
Who'da ever knew that
I would bеcome a fuckin' Kodak?, Yeah
Rap money good but I'm still pumpin'
Gas through the hood
Droppin' off plates to the fam'
Like thanksgivin'
Got the baby snipers standin'

On that murk business, yeah
Slidin' for Yak
They ready for whatever
I always knew that everything
Would get better
And the show got greater later
All the game came from the
Elders like hand me downs
Me and my brothers will hear me now

Now I'm givin' game back to the old heads
And the respect come first
Yeah, you know?
Can't be better than the OG's
You gotta get it somewhere
Gotta come from somethin'
Gotta come from nothin'
We ain't seen this comin'
We got more than a blessin'

What you doing with Kendrick? (Ooh, ooh)
What you doing with a legend? (Ooh, ooh)
So what they call you? (Ooh, ooh)
When it's all said and done
We ain't leavin' empty handed (ooh, ooh)
That's on gang (ooh, ooh)
That's on Ma' Dukes (ooh, ooh)
Poorer than that bitch but she fall through (ooh, ooh)
Makin' ends meet (ooh, ooh)

Daddy deadbeat (ooh, ooh)
Had to steal for a meal or you can't eat
You know? (Ooh, ooh)
Poverty (ooh, ooh)
Real cost, food babies, with (ooh, ooh)
Now look at this shit
We own property

Writer(s): Samuel Joseph Dew, Duval Kojo Timothy, Bill K. Kapri
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