The Rich & Poor lyrics
Intro:
Rich Poor Verse1: My mother was a single parent so I was born into these streets Hustling hard for the paper, hustling hard just to eat Life always at a stand still everyday is just repeat 20 dollars worth in bags printed on the grocery receipt And so late nights I creep into they she'd because I'm a loaner If I don't steal they lawn equipment then I'm gone be a goner Stomach touching my back feel like I'm gonna die from this hunger Hope my lottery tickets a winner, this just can't be any longer Sunrise my niggas hit me up told me to go meet my boy All seven of us grew up in the same neighborhood soil We always play a couple card games but we don't play with toys Hard, bout dat life niggaz like a scene from baby boy Through the years been a couple shoot outs like boys from the hood Couple tina relationships cause that nigga was no good Used to stand in dark hallways at the age of three And watch my momma take blows from a man that was so mean Sneakers on telephone wires, marijuana take you higher 22's on the lac, and watch the snitches cause they liars Ma bout to hit the candy lady because she spiked our scrapers At night my deepest dreams is moving up to something greater Chorus: (4x's) It's a thin line between poverty and wealth Go rights the road to riches Go lefts the road to death Verse2: Parents been together, all of my life Got everything, no matter what price Might be dark on your end but over here is light Always had it good, no need to fight And so that's why I'm laying out on the deck in costa rica Because my father owns a law firm and my mothers a sweeper Was left a large lump sum from the lady to whom she was keeper Don't want to sound too boastful but I got to go in deeper I'm in this bmw about to go to harvard college Some might call me too stuck up, others call me garbage Ego so high it stanks just like donald trump just farted And if yo bank account aint full then you shall be departing From fancy cocktails, wealthy gatherings with the high and known So much money talking thousands that will have your head blown Everyday dinner conversations on what you own Even tho I'm happy sometimes wish the money was gone Chorus: (4x's) It's a thin line between poverty and wealth Go rights the road to riches Go lefts the road to death
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