Rags 2 riches

From rags to riches now I'm up I bag these bitches
Oh he be talking cut his tongue cause be snitching
He think he's tough we up that glock and make him listen
Do this for my love ones till they free em out that Mamma stressing daddy missing I can't lie I miss the kitchen
9 to 5 we whipping chicken my killahs be making digits
6 foot 2 we hit him up he went from tall now he a midget
Get too close and you might die cause my shooter be quick to fidget

Bitches curve you when you broke
But smash you when you counting dough
He ain't on his block no more so pull up we gone pop his show
I be in my zone, I'm back in my mode, Told that bitch don't call my phone
Cause I got bitches on me and I got money homie
You want that beef come test your luck I really keep it on me
This ain't my bitch at all I hit her once come get her off me
They mad they cannot stop me I'm up they tryna copy
My flow be sick way too sick but I'm smoking on some medicine
I don't need no friends cause I'm out here making benjamins
Rapping like a savage check his ass he got no skeletons
Once we catch him lacking clap his ass and burn that evidence

From rags to riches now I'm up I bag these bitches
Oh he be talking cut his tongue cause be snitching
He think he's tough we up that glock and make him listen
Do this for my love ones till they free em out that Mamma stressing daddy missing I can't lie I miss the kitchen
9 to 5 we whipping chicken my killahs be making digits
6 foot 2 we hit him up he went from tall now he a midget
Get too close and you might die cause my shooter be quick to fidget



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Writer(s): 151 Md
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