Wealthy Blacks
Yea
The devil really want my soul
I send my prayers up to God don't put no faith in no hoe
I looked some demons in the eyes through the mirrors at home
See we made it through the odds they swear you been here before
Aye came in with the guys but I'm feeling alone
I would never be surprised niggas switch up on me
Way we living ain't a prize it get dark and it's cold
Rap niggas ain't homies they all fake and they phony
All the love they have for me only last for a moment
Shit maybe a week or post on ig
I just had to see that real love ain't cheap
It can cost you a lot even though it come free
Watch these thots and these plotting ass freaks
Don't let em in yo spot everything ain't to be seen
Shot our first scene we was running off of things
Runnin off of beans
That's really by any means
Man don't talk to me bout rap this rap that
Fuck you want me to do nigga rap bricks talk packs
Nigga we from the zoo nigga that's just all facts
We gone go get these blue hundreds stack that act a ass
Ah new money bitch we the wealthy blacks
When you chasing true money it ain't no coming back
Bitch you gotta do something get on up off yo ass
When you with a real nigga both of us get a bag
Yea bitch we fall but we never stop getting up
All for one and one for all and we never gone get enough
Do whatever for my dogs cause the cause extend to us
If I gotta make you love me I'm givin up
If I gotta make you I can't take you runnin round with Jesus
I know that he's able don't let yo ego make this shit harder than it's gotta be
Don't let yo pride have you dying lying in the street
You hypnotized by the guys in this industry
These niggas liars and they not who they pretend to be
I'm sick of these lames and they internet games
I do it for the gang I don't do it for the fame
Would I leave it up to these niggas not so
If I left it up to these niggas my mama a die broke
I got money on my mind bitch not you
Only blessings on the line might hear a achoo
Ah new money bitch we the wealthy blacks
When you chasing true money it ain't no comin back
Bitch you gotta do something get on up off yo ass
When you with a real nigga both of us get a bag
And I ain't got time for no hoes no no
I ain't got the time please don't be surprised if I don't answer my phone
I can't contaminate my mind
I ain't got the time for these hoes no no
I ain't got the time
Please don't be surprised if I don't answer my phone
I can't contaminate my mind
The devil really want my soul
I send my prayers up to God don't put no faith in no hoe
I looked some demons in the eyes through the mirrors at home
See we made it through the odds they swear you been here before
Aye came in with the guys but I'm feeling alone
I would never be surprised niggas switch up on me
Way we living ain't a prize it get dark and it's cold
Rap niggas ain't homies they all fake and they phony
All the love they have for me only last for a moment
Shit maybe a week or post on ig
I just had to see that real love ain't cheap
It can cost you a lot even though it come free
Watch these thots and these plotting ass freaks
Don't let em in yo spot everything ain't to be seen
Shot our first scene we was running off of things
Runnin off of beans
That's really by any means
Man don't talk to me bout rap this rap that
Fuck you want me to do nigga rap bricks talk packs
Nigga we from the zoo nigga that's just all facts
We gone go get these blue hundreds stack that act a ass
Ah new money bitch we the wealthy blacks
When you chasing true money it ain't no coming back
Bitch you gotta do something get on up off yo ass
When you with a real nigga both of us get a bag
Yea bitch we fall but we never stop getting up
All for one and one for all and we never gone get enough
Do whatever for my dogs cause the cause extend to us
If I gotta make you love me I'm givin up
If I gotta make you I can't take you runnin round with Jesus
I know that he's able don't let yo ego make this shit harder than it's gotta be
Don't let yo pride have you dying lying in the street
You hypnotized by the guys in this industry
These niggas liars and they not who they pretend to be
I'm sick of these lames and they internet games
I do it for the gang I don't do it for the fame
Would I leave it up to these niggas not so
If I left it up to these niggas my mama a die broke
I got money on my mind bitch not you
Only blessings on the line might hear a achoo
Ah new money bitch we the wealthy blacks
When you chasing true money it ain't no comin back
Bitch you gotta do something get on up off yo ass
When you with a real nigga both of us get a bag
And I ain't got time for no hoes no no
I ain't got the time please don't be surprised if I don't answer my phone
I can't contaminate my mind
I ain't got the time for these hoes no no
I ain't got the time
Please don't be surprised if I don't answer my phone
I can't contaminate my mind
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Writer(s): Samuel Kenney
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