Black Rick
Y'all looking on the wrong side
I'm up, yeah
Never broke
That shit that I did
Blowing smoke
That shit that I did
Gave them a classic
That shit that I did
It's about to go platinum
That shit that I did
Shit that I did, shit that I did
Yeah, said I'm never going broke
That shit that I did
Plus I'm always blowing smoke
That shit that I did, shit that I did
'Bout to go platinum
Willow Smith on that top
Always hot when I drop
Said they got all the keys, Yellow changed all the locks
I'm just a better rapper
I'm just a better trapper, aye
I just got better cooking, wait
I'm just like better looking
Jump on the chopper and I land on the roof
Turn on the lights when I jump in the booth
Open my mouth and I talk about the truth
And I'm high as fuck man I feel like I'm Snoop
I feel like I'm Snoop, oh wait I feel like I'm Bruce
'Cause the coupe, 'cause of the way that I do
'Cause of the way that I move
21 I'm getting rich, man I was born in '96
What she turning 25, but I'm still in that bitch
Could've bought a fucking whip
Could've bought a fucking crib, aye
Still posted at my mama house
Fucking bitches all on their lip, ooh
That shit that I did
Blowing smoke
That shit that I did, yeah
Gave them a classic
That shit that I did
And It's about to go platinum
That shit that I did
Shit that I did, that shit that I did
Yeah, said I'm never going broke, no
Shit that I did
Yeah, blowing smoke though
That shit that I did, shit that I did
That shit that I did
Bake sale at the crib
Getting high as a bitch
Waiting on hundred bands
Now I'm just getting rich
Now I'm just getting rich
Now I'm just getting rich
Wait that is your bitch, jump on my dick
Then I hop out, the I fuck all'a y'all bitches
Wait I'm done talking shit, if you insist
I been touching the sky, just look at my wrist
What's a top five if I'm not on that list
Fame made this shit tricky
Should've known how I deal with it
I can't visit any city
'Cause then they treat meal ticket
Yellow made a nigga bigger
Yellow made a nigga bigger
Only sign unless it's Cole shit
Only sign unless it's Jigga
I know that talking is cheap
I moved my mom out the streets
I know they all hit their peak
That's why they all look so bleak
I gave my sister her brick
You more like Morty, I'm Rick
You more like Morty, I'm Rick
Never broke, hol' up
Never broke
That shit that I did
Blowing smoke
That shit that I did
Said I'm never going never broke
That shit that I did
Just blowing smoke
Just blowing smoke
I'm up, yeah
Never broke
That shit that I did
Blowing smoke
That shit that I did
Gave them a classic
That shit that I did
It's about to go platinum
That shit that I did
Shit that I did, shit that I did
Yeah, said I'm never going broke
That shit that I did
Plus I'm always blowing smoke
That shit that I did, shit that I did
'Bout to go platinum
Willow Smith on that top
Always hot when I drop
Said they got all the keys, Yellow changed all the locks
I'm just a better rapper
I'm just a better trapper, aye
I just got better cooking, wait
I'm just like better looking
Jump on the chopper and I land on the roof
Turn on the lights when I jump in the booth
Open my mouth and I talk about the truth
And I'm high as fuck man I feel like I'm Snoop
I feel like I'm Snoop, oh wait I feel like I'm Bruce
'Cause the coupe, 'cause of the way that I do
'Cause of the way that I move
21 I'm getting rich, man I was born in '96
What she turning 25, but I'm still in that bitch
Could've bought a fucking whip
Could've bought a fucking crib, aye
Still posted at my mama house
Fucking bitches all on their lip, ooh
That shit that I did
Blowing smoke
That shit that I did, yeah
Gave them a classic
That shit that I did
And It's about to go platinum
That shit that I did
Shit that I did, that shit that I did
Yeah, said I'm never going broke, no
Shit that I did
Yeah, blowing smoke though
That shit that I did, shit that I did
That shit that I did
Bake sale at the crib
Getting high as a bitch
Waiting on hundred bands
Now I'm just getting rich
Now I'm just getting rich
Now I'm just getting rich
Wait that is your bitch, jump on my dick
Then I hop out, the I fuck all'a y'all bitches
Wait I'm done talking shit, if you insist
I been touching the sky, just look at my wrist
What's a top five if I'm not on that list
Fame made this shit tricky
Should've known how I deal with it
I can't visit any city
'Cause then they treat meal ticket
Yellow made a nigga bigger
Yellow made a nigga bigger
Only sign unless it's Cole shit
Only sign unless it's Jigga
I know that talking is cheap
I moved my mom out the streets
I know they all hit their peak
That's why they all look so bleak
I gave my sister her brick
You more like Morty, I'm Rick
You more like Morty, I'm Rick
Never broke, hol' up
Never broke
That shit that I did
Blowing smoke
That shit that I did
Said I'm never going never broke
That shit that I did
Just blowing smoke
Just blowing smoke
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Writer(s): Shane Patrick Hughes, Keith Karimi Wanjiru
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