Rich In Spirit

(You know I do it for the love of the art, this that musical poetry/artistic therapy)

I don't care about the bag I'm Rich in Spirit
Bet you they gon steal my sound when they hear this
I speak the real I hope ya all feel this
Dropped outta school to see what that field is

Coming from that basement you just wanna see what that top like
Watch out for the niggas that throw shade up on your spotlight
Coming up in last I can't tell you what that spot like
New car to fast hard for me to stop at stop lights
But you can't stop what's meant to keep going
I'ma ball ain't no flag getting thrown in
Brodie to lit he fucked around and got the pole in
Had trouble trusting niggas since some they niggas folded
She told me she a fan so I let her blow it
Don't tell me that you love me bitch you gotta show it
They know I'm goated big bro told me focus
Don't let me with the rappers rank me with the poets
Call me Feddi Frost I took not taken
Even when they told me you not gonna make it
Nipsey taught us marathon it's better to pace it
I'ma bout to pop the room I'm bout to shake it
Roll my thoughts up in this blunt I'm bout to face em
So used to blowing bags I learnt to save em
Shouts out to my momma the realest yea she raised me
Heard that he not into games so please don't play him

I don't care about the bag I'm Rich in Spirit
Bet you they gon steal my sound when they hear this
I speak the real I hope ya all feel this
Dropped outta school to see what that field is

I don't care about the bag I'm Rich in Spirit
Bet you they gon steal my sound when they hear this
I speak the real I hope ya all feel this
Dropped outta school to see what that field is

I'm so high I can tell you what Captain Kirk say
You don't gotta talk I can tell what that smirk say
Got a lil bag like I don't care what the clerk say
Fuck being second they only member who in first place
All that time in jail made them miss a couple birthdays
I was stuck in school when I heard they had their court dates
Grandma used to take me to visit I seen the worst place
When I lost my grandma I promise that was my worst day
Tell em I'ma artist with my words I paint a picture
Henny, some woods, a lil baddie a perfect mixture
Got my heart broke that's what I get for tryna' fix her
Ignored all my demons, put my face up in that scripture
So when I say I'm blessed I mean it word to my right arm
I stand by my bronem whenever whether he right wrong
Shorty stuck her tongue out when she seen I had these mike's on
Let her shoot her lil shot and get her Mike on
Call me what you want but you can't call me broke
I'm designer fly I heard you live your life in coach
One of the hottest niggas in my city that's for sho
But if you ask me I'm gonna act like I don't know

I don't care about the bag I'm Rich in Spirit
Bet you they gon steal my sound when they hear this
I speak the real I hope ya all feel this
Dropped outta school to see what that field is
I don't care about the bag I'm Rich in Spirit
Bet you they gon steal my sound when they hear this
I speak the real I hope ya all feel this
Dropped outta school to see what that field is