RICHIE
Chillin like a villain
Don't spoil the plot
Need new agenda
This life made up of little things
Them dice I roll for everything
I feel like i'm lacking a purpose
Bread don't give me drive
I just wanna hit repeat
Look out sunset a view
And roll some reefer wings to fly
Way too high
Slept up on my side
And now my shoulder hurts rotator cuff
Sore from pushing coca bricks
And cutting it with cheaper shit
Got a bounty on my head
Wash the cash
Dry it off
Watch the rats
Come try collect they share
Like we at a party got they hand up in the air
But we ain't do not hand outs
Talking trash that's man down
Might as well have snipers on the roof
Lasers pointed
Got your name up on the news
The weather says its pouring
Strap my rain boots on
Naw I ain't fazed by elements
Especially when i'm in mine
I'm spitting fire shit
Need some H2O to calm em down
Smoke too much
I'm praying now
Switch to cross my legs
All alone
Meditate in clouds on incense
Common sense ain't make its rounds
Hussle for the fact I gotta feed my family
Provide a roof over their heads
Richie on the top
Best believe
My time is coming next...
Don't spoil the plot
Need new agenda
This life made up of little things
Them dice I roll for everything
I feel like i'm lacking a purpose
Bread don't give me drive
I just wanna hit repeat
Look out sunset a view
And roll some reefer wings to fly
Way too high
Slept up on my side
And now my shoulder hurts rotator cuff
Sore from pushing coca bricks
And cutting it with cheaper shit
Got a bounty on my head
Wash the cash
Dry it off
Watch the rats
Come try collect they share
Like we at a party got they hand up in the air
But we ain't do not hand outs
Talking trash that's man down
Might as well have snipers on the roof
Lasers pointed
Got your name up on the news
The weather says its pouring
Strap my rain boots on
Naw I ain't fazed by elements
Especially when i'm in mine
I'm spitting fire shit
Need some H2O to calm em down
Smoke too much
I'm praying now
Switch to cross my legs
All alone
Meditate in clouds on incense
Common sense ain't make its rounds
Hussle for the fact I gotta feed my family
Provide a roof over their heads
Richie on the top
Best believe
My time is coming next...
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Writer(s): Nathen Sabapathy
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