Rich.As.In.Spirit
You got to understand where
I'm coming from
To know where I've been
You get it?
Just listen
[Hook:]
I got an ol man soul
Feel like I done lived
This life before
Got pulled from my plug
Like Life-support
My knees hurt, yea
That's what shooting dice
Will do
Matte black on a 92, Viper Coupe
I like 'em new
Talkin' 'bout b**hes, n***a
Life is cool
Trying to get richer n***a
And I didn't even wanna k** 'em
So I pistol whipped him
And I don't even want to hit her
Unless she into me
Not into me
I just want a bad lil Philly b**h
Who ready to roll out (Damn)
I just f**ing k**ed this sh**
I'm wanted for murder cause a n***a
Just showed out
Every beat I'm on I go crazy
Like a straitjacket
Boy I'm crazy
Pulled up on them n***as
That was hating
And the looks on their faces
Had them n***as like
I don't even really wanna say sh**
I just gotta play it how it go, you get it?
The other n***a he just with the basic
I just wanna turn ya, show ya how it go
Flipping it, Whipping it, Get it, Get it
I just wanna show you, digits, digits
Seven numbers are different from six digits
That's a millionaire status
Billionaire status where I'm trying to be at
Next year
Done counted a whole lot of money
I can't even f**ing feel
My hands no mo
Arthritis got me f**ed up
I'on know how I lucked up
Mama told us never suffer
I remember we didn't have no supper
I'm rich as in spirit
Rich as in digits
Rich, yea I got a whole lot of money
n***a ya'll fear me
If you don't you's a broke n***a
I fear ya
[Hook]
I told her bring a friend
And I don't wanna hit 'em
Unless she send 'em in
Trying hit some new sh**
I want a set of twins
Still on my bucket list
Gotta get me a Benz
I don't want that musty b**h
I wanna hit her friend
And I grant these b**hes wishes, Rumpelstiltskin
And I keep that lil hoe running, like a field pig
I leave my hat on while I f** her, like a Pilgrim
Plus I gotta k** 'em
Gotta keep these young n***as dreamin'
I wear my heart on my shoulders
So I walk around this mother f**er sleeveless
They was sleeping on my bars at first
Get a mattress for them boys Temper-pedic
I'm just trying to go and do shows hoe overseas
I got two boys who look up to me
And one who want to be me
And I'm still moving ba** out the trunk, no speakers
My trunks caught a Ace, play a King, I'd beat ya
The pump make him jump, you a lame, Ima keep it
Them meats sweet, Swear to God Ima eat you
I don't wanna call lil shawty unless I need it
She gon' leave 'em knocking
Ima leave that p**y bleeding
I swear, she gone ride this dick
We gone need some mo legs on the chair
She gone f** around, and might break it
Hope this dick she can take it
If she can't Ima be so upset with her, her, her
And it don't take pain for me to make that lil thing
Squirt, irt, irt
I gotta Ol Man Soul
n***a can't you tell?
Geeked up like Streets say rob the player
Chicken just came home n***a life is hell
You get a second chance at everything (Quan talk to 'em)
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