Ri¢h
(Aye, Aye)
I get money then I waste it
I'm always feeling wasted
I only get wished happy birthday when it is belated
But I feel like I made it
Society, I hate it
I bought me an eighth of shrooms and then I fucking ate it
Yeah I don't wanna get it done now I'll do it later
Making all these other rappers mad like a hater
I'm from the 615 and I'm smoking raw papers
Yeah I don't give a fuck like a masterbater
When the money comes in everything is tempting
Then my pockets and my stomach, everything is empty
Yeah I'm only twenty paying for a house and car
Yeah I don't understand how in this country you can go far
It's nine-hundred dollars for a trip to the ER
Then another bill if they stick a needle into your arm
Those who in command are the only ones avoiding harm
Yeah we need to wake the fuck up
Set the damn alarm
My bank account gets lower and lower
It is an absolute horror
The rich get rich the poor get poorer
But what else is there left to do
Yeah what else is there left to do
My bank account gets lower and lower
It is an absolute horror
The rich get rich the poor get poorer
But what else is there left to do
Yeah what else is there left to do
I may be a bum but at least I ain't greedy
Keeping all my riches not helping out the needy
They are like a real-life Star Trek ferengi
Their worthless lives don't mean shit to me
Do you really wanna work a nine-to-five job
Living in factories among the rats and fleas
Making life macabre
Working for the mob, yeah you can't call your mom
Can't call the cops or they'll send the black ops
So shut the fuck up don't question the flock
You already have one chain and one lock
Speak anymore or you're fed to the crocs
Work for three days just for some fucking socks
Same for all the kids on the motherfucking block
You know they say survival of the fittest
But you know we see survival of the richest
You try to fight back but get labeled as a terrorist
My bank account gets lower and lower
It is an absolute horror
The rich get rich the poor get poorer
But what else is there left to do
Yeah what else is there left to do
My bank account gets lower and lower
It is an absolute horror
The rich get rich the poor get poorer
But what else is there left to do
Yeah what else is there left to do
I get money then I waste it
I'm always feeling wasted
I only get wished happy birthday when it is belated
But I feel like I made it
Society, I hate it
I bought me an eighth of shrooms and then I fucking ate it
Yeah I don't wanna get it done now I'll do it later
Making all these other rappers mad like a hater
I'm from the 615 and I'm smoking raw papers
Yeah I don't give a fuck like a masterbater
When the money comes in everything is tempting
Then my pockets and my stomach, everything is empty
Yeah I'm only twenty paying for a house and car
Yeah I don't understand how in this country you can go far
It's nine-hundred dollars for a trip to the ER
Then another bill if they stick a needle into your arm
Those who in command are the only ones avoiding harm
Yeah we need to wake the fuck up
Set the damn alarm
My bank account gets lower and lower
It is an absolute horror
The rich get rich the poor get poorer
But what else is there left to do
Yeah what else is there left to do
My bank account gets lower and lower
It is an absolute horror
The rich get rich the poor get poorer
But what else is there left to do
Yeah what else is there left to do
I may be a bum but at least I ain't greedy
Keeping all my riches not helping out the needy
They are like a real-life Star Trek ferengi
Their worthless lives don't mean shit to me
Do you really wanna work a nine-to-five job
Living in factories among the rats and fleas
Making life macabre
Working for the mob, yeah you can't call your mom
Can't call the cops or they'll send the black ops
So shut the fuck up don't question the flock
You already have one chain and one lock
Speak anymore or you're fed to the crocs
Work for three days just for some fucking socks
Same for all the kids on the motherfucking block
You know they say survival of the fittest
But you know we see survival of the richest
You try to fight back but get labeled as a terrorist
My bank account gets lower and lower
It is an absolute horror
The rich get rich the poor get poorer
But what else is there left to do
Yeah what else is there left to do
My bank account gets lower and lower
It is an absolute horror
The rich get rich the poor get poorer
But what else is there left to do
Yeah what else is there left to do
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Writer(s): Ethan Wheeler
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