Rich (Interlude)

I learned in trappin', in the business
Smart people makin' horrible decisions, you know?
Rich nigga, gettin' my dick 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 are now in chain gang
In the box, gettin' pink

Niggas shittin' where you sleep
Nigga shittin' where you eat
Who'da ever knew that I'd become 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 it sure got greater later
All the game came from the elders like hand-me-downs
Me and my brothers wearin' hand-me-downs
Now I'm givin' game back to the old heads
And the respect come first, yeah, you know?

Can't be better than the OGs
You gotta get it somewhere
Gotta come from somethin'
Gotta come from nothin'
We ain't seen this comin'
It's 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)
Red Cross, food banks, W.I.C. (ooh, ooh)
Now look at this shit, we own property



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Writer(s): Sam Dew, Duval Kojo Bankole Timothy, Bill K. Kapri
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