Thoughts of A Rich Nigga
Y'all niggas don't know me,
I don't even know myself,
Come on,
What up cheeks,
Right more till the world blow,
That real nigga shit,
Come on,
I got a heart full of pain, pocket full of cabbage,
Some where along the line I turned to a savage,
Hand on my trap and my eyes you a threat,
Gotta move swift tryna dodge the alphabet,
If my bitch say she love I think she in it for the money,
Left me with (?) back when it was sunny,
I never switched up turned or my back on my mans,
Lords tears and everything tatted on my hands,
I'm the nigga hoes like, I sell drugs I ain't swiping,
Shooting I ain't fighting I'm just dodgin diapers,
I'm just tryna touch a mil, maybe make it in the rap game,
Used to cop zips now I'm copping half the thang,
Most 75 I risk my life for the cash,
My momma used to tell me son don't choose the wrong path,
I chose it anyway,
And I learned a lot of lessons,
I touched a couple dollars, but I'm still out here stressin,
My family make my happy, money keep me content,
Yea rock another year I swear to god I'll drive Bentley,
I just wish Skool and Mojo could sit in passenger,
Or my cousin NewNew could chill in the Challenger,
But I keep it pushin (?) in the cushion,
I keep my mug toe up and I'm strapped why you lookin,
Niggas playing tough, but they really soft ass fuck,
Every time they see me they like Ralph what up,
I got a heart full of pain, pocket full of cabbage,
Some where along the line I turned to a savage,
Hand on my trap and my eyes you a threat,
Gotta move swift tryna dodge the alphabet,
If my bitch say she love I think she in it for the money,
Left me with (?) back when it was sunny,
I never switched up turned or my back on my mans,
Lords tears and everything tatted on my hands,
I got responsibilities, I gotta feed Miles,
I swear every other day I cop a P,
Stars,
Sold everything from crack to OC,
I'd rather live on my feet than die on my knees,
I'm out here paper chaser,
If you ain't notice,
Took a time off get ways had to focused,
I'm in the fast lane,
So you know what I'm in to,
But you'd feel me if you knew what I've been through,
Far as relationships I can give you my all,
So you can chill at the top and disappear if I fall,
All these hoes dumb all they do is believe,
Most of these niggas acting they ain't getting no cheese,
Oh girl grimey shit in the bread, Uh huh,
But I'm in love with the head plus her ass like pinch,
Pray she doin her but best believe I'm get it in,
She might have one or two but I got nine or ten,
I got a heart full of pain, pocket full of cabbage,
Some where along the line I turned to a savage,
Hand on my trap and my eyes you a threat,
Gotta move swift tryna dodge the alphabet,
If my bitch say she love I think she in it for the money,
Left me with (?) back when it was sunny,
I never switched up turned or my back on my mans,
Lords tears and everything tatted on my hands,
Call my dogs meet me at the bar I need a drink,
Hop in the whip ride just to think,
Bro I was fucked up when I heard they came to get you,
Shout out to my mans I made my first ten bands with you,
Murder move, first to shoot, put my life in his hands,
Not only is he my cousin but he my right hand man,
Straps on deck bust your head tryna have me,
NIggas don't know me but for some reason they can't stand me, (Hoe ass niggas)
I'm a do me ROC,
Finally got it in from az to west v,
And if a nigga creep then I gotta leave him sleep, (Bitch),
What up wine and truck told me never miss a beat,
I love all my bros, but I was told love is pain,
No love can be strong until you go against the grain,
And till the day I die I'mma keep it real with all my dudes,
And pray none of my mans (?),
I got a heart full of pain, pocket full of cabbage,
Some where along the line I turned to a savage,
Hand on my trap and my eyes you a threat,
Gotta move swift tryna dodge the alphabet,
If my bitch say she love I think she in it for the money,
Left me with (?) back when it was sunny,
I never switched up turned or my back on my mans,
Lords tears and everything tatted on my hands,
I don't even know myself,
Come on,
What up cheeks,
Right more till the world blow,
That real nigga shit,
Come on,
I got a heart full of pain, pocket full of cabbage,
Some where along the line I turned to a savage,
Hand on my trap and my eyes you a threat,
Gotta move swift tryna dodge the alphabet,
If my bitch say she love I think she in it for the money,
Left me with (?) back when it was sunny,
I never switched up turned or my back on my mans,
Lords tears and everything tatted on my hands,
I'm the nigga hoes like, I sell drugs I ain't swiping,
Shooting I ain't fighting I'm just dodgin diapers,
I'm just tryna touch a mil, maybe make it in the rap game,
Used to cop zips now I'm copping half the thang,
Most 75 I risk my life for the cash,
My momma used to tell me son don't choose the wrong path,
I chose it anyway,
And I learned a lot of lessons,
I touched a couple dollars, but I'm still out here stressin,
My family make my happy, money keep me content,
Yea rock another year I swear to god I'll drive Bentley,
I just wish Skool and Mojo could sit in passenger,
Or my cousin NewNew could chill in the Challenger,
But I keep it pushin (?) in the cushion,
I keep my mug toe up and I'm strapped why you lookin,
Niggas playing tough, but they really soft ass fuck,
Every time they see me they like Ralph what up,
I got a heart full of pain, pocket full of cabbage,
Some where along the line I turned to a savage,
Hand on my trap and my eyes you a threat,
Gotta move swift tryna dodge the alphabet,
If my bitch say she love I think she in it for the money,
Left me with (?) back when it was sunny,
I never switched up turned or my back on my mans,
Lords tears and everything tatted on my hands,
I got responsibilities, I gotta feed Miles,
I swear every other day I cop a P,
Stars,
Sold everything from crack to OC,
I'd rather live on my feet than die on my knees,
I'm out here paper chaser,
If you ain't notice,
Took a time off get ways had to focused,
I'm in the fast lane,
So you know what I'm in to,
But you'd feel me if you knew what I've been through,
Far as relationships I can give you my all,
So you can chill at the top and disappear if I fall,
All these hoes dumb all they do is believe,
Most of these niggas acting they ain't getting no cheese,
Oh girl grimey shit in the bread, Uh huh,
But I'm in love with the head plus her ass like pinch,
Pray she doin her but best believe I'm get it in,
She might have one or two but I got nine or ten,
I got a heart full of pain, pocket full of cabbage,
Some where along the line I turned to a savage,
Hand on my trap and my eyes you a threat,
Gotta move swift tryna dodge the alphabet,
If my bitch say she love I think she in it for the money,
Left me with (?) back when it was sunny,
I never switched up turned or my back on my mans,
Lords tears and everything tatted on my hands,
Call my dogs meet me at the bar I need a drink,
Hop in the whip ride just to think,
Bro I was fucked up when I heard they came to get you,
Shout out to my mans I made my first ten bands with you,
Murder move, first to shoot, put my life in his hands,
Not only is he my cousin but he my right hand man,
Straps on deck bust your head tryna have me,
NIggas don't know me but for some reason they can't stand me, (Hoe ass niggas)
I'm a do me ROC,
Finally got it in from az to west v,
And if a nigga creep then I gotta leave him sleep, (Bitch),
What up wine and truck told me never miss a beat,
I love all my bros, but I was told love is pain,
No love can be strong until you go against the grain,
And till the day I die I'mma keep it real with all my dudes,
And pray none of my mans (?),
I got a heart full of pain, pocket full of cabbage,
Some where along the line I turned to a savage,
Hand on my trap and my eyes you a threat,
Gotta move swift tryna dodge the alphabet,
If my bitch say she love I think she in it for the money,
Left me with (?) back when it was sunny,
I never switched up turned or my back on my mans,
Lords tears and everything tatted on my hands,
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Writer(s): Dior Giovanni Petty
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