Rich (Interlude)

I learned in trappin', in the business
Smart people makin' horrible decisions, you know?
Rich nigga, gettin' my dick sucked after the show
I ain't gon' lie, we were poor
A bunch of lost souls in survival mode
It wasn't no way for us, unless we find our own

Runnin' in stores, kickin' in doors, nigga, give me my glory
Nigga play with me, he ain't gon' live to tell the story
You know, this the type of shit we glorify, everybody gang-gang
Most of the people that you grew up with, man, in chain gang
In the box, gettin' pink
Niggas shittin' where you sleep

Niggas shittin' where you eat
Who'da ever knew that I would become a fuckin' Kodak? Yeah
Rap money good, but I'm still pumpin' gas through the hood
Droppin' off plates to the fam' like thanksgivin'
Got the baby snipers standin' on that murk business, yeah, slidin' for Yak
They're ready for whatever, I always knew that everything would get better

And the show got greater later
All the game came from the elders like hand-me-downs
Me and my brothers wearin' hand-me-downs
Now, I'm givin' game back to the old heads
And the respect come first, yeah, you know?
Can't be better than the OG's, you gotta get it somewhere

Gotta come from somethin', gotta come from nothin'
We ain't seen this comin', nigga, it's more than a blessin'
What you doing' with Kendrick? (Ooh, ooh)
What you doin' with a legend? (Ooh, ooh)
So, what they call you? (Ooh, ooh)

When it's all said and done, we ain't leavin' empty-handed (ooh, ooh)
That's on gang (ooh, ooh)
That's on Ma' Dukes (ooh, ooh)
Poorer than that bitch, but she fall through (ooh, ooh)
Makin' ends meet (ooh, ooh), daddy deadbeat (ooh, ooh)

Had to steal for a meal, or you can't eat, you know? (Ooh, ooh)
Poverty (ooh, ooh)
Real cost, food babies, WIC (ooh, ooh)
Now look at this shit, we own property



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Writer(s): Sam Dew, Duval Kojo Bankole Timothy, Bill K. Kapri
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