Rich & Famous

It's Hoffa
There comes a point in every mans life
Where you must decide what they're willing to sacrifice
You work that full time job, for like half the price
But that's what separates the men from mice
I learned how to shoot craps, with only half the dice
HaHa
I want the whole cake but I'll settle for a half a slice
Only if you understood the pain I felt
That's why I keep the thing underneath my belt
Yo' that stress man can make you melt
I trust no-one, I roll for self

JYEAH Uh huh
That's why I'm out here grindin'
Chasin' this Paper, I gotta get it Yo'
Uh huh
I do this for my Mother
My Son and My Daughter
I gotta make it man
JYEAH Uh Huh
And they say my glass half full
but I'm thirsty so I drink it 'cause
Uh Huh
I'm tired of this Daydreaming
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

I'm back at the drawing board
I got another one
I got more in store
There is no other one
M.I sold raw
in wrappers of bubble gum
Hot Boy every Winter til the Summer come
I dream BIG everything under the fucking Sun
And then the Sun sets, offense Run & Gun
Sayin' I'm Emotionless or that son is numb
That does not change though the way I love my Son
The way I Love my Mother
The way I Love my Daughter
Breaks my heart all the nice things I can't afford them
Borderline Suicidal but don't cross that border
I'm too busy on the run from the Law & Order
Nightmares created, Wes Craven
They say it's affection that I been Craving
I'm tired of days of living dangerous
But there's no food on this plate that I been scrapin' so

JYEAH Uh huh
That's why I'm out here grindin'
Chasin' this Paper, I gotta get it Yo'
Uh huh
I do this for my Mother
My Son and My Daughter
I gotta make it man
JYEAH Uh Huh
And they say my glass half full
But I'm thirsty so I drink it 'cause
Uh Huh
I'm tired of this Daydreaming
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

My Life's at a stand still, mouse on a sticky trap
My man died gambling playing pity pat
Get Rich or die trying like the '03 Fifty Back
I coped an OZ 50 Pack
Now I get what I want, yeah give me that
Gucci Robe, Louie Loafs, Fendi Hat
Throw it in the bag, its only 50 racks
You ain't holla then but now you wanna hit me back
Bitch, throw Kitty Cat, Mic Hoffa titty tat
I'm on a busy hustle
Holla at Jimmy Bundles
On the phone complaining big numbers give me trouble
I touched down in Germany, doing the Icky Shuffle
There's no Rose Gold over that Rainbow
I turned copper pennies into a Range Rov
As this Game goes on, these rainy days
Knowing all this cash I make won't take away that pain Though

JYEAH Uh huh
But Still I'm out here grindin'
Chasin' this Paper, I gotta get it Yo'
Uh huh
I do this for my Mother
My Son and My Daughter
I gotta make it man
JYEAH Uh Huh
And they say my glass half full
but I'm thirsty so I drink it 'cause
Uh Huh
I'm tired of this Daydreaming
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous