Intro:
Let em all talk
Verse:
Being born broke was the worst thing that happened to me
I'd never lie about it
I hate every word that these n***as rap on a beat
They always rhyme about it
Talking about paper
How they bank accounts got raised to just hit the club and get the roof raised up
Blow three racks on a stripper then make the three racks back with a verse that they laid bruh
n***a what?
Blow a rack on the watch yall getting?
Last year you was on the block, all steady moving rocks, yall petty
How you forgot already?
You know what I'd do just to hold the cheddar?
But Cole gon say being broke was better
And don't get me wrong, I love Love Yourz
But it's easy to forget when you just run tours
I can't make payments for college
But if I can't pay, then I'll never make cake cause the dollars only follow a degree
In a system where your school is not just for free
Cause if you don't make 8k, it's nada
And you back just to the mob on the streets
And then nobody tryna give you a job
Talking about "You should've got a college degree"
My girl no longer at college with me
All cause she didn't have the paper
And 8 years later there's still rich kids here switching to their 6th freaking major
I hate rich n***as
Not some of em, all em
We say "Money over all," it appalls em
And I hate rappers, mo money mo problems?
I got 99 & money could solve all em
Hook
I wish I was rich
God I wish I was rich
I ain't never been rich
But if you went broke, I bet your whole perspective would switch
I wish I was rich
Yo, stop telling me money can't buy you happiness
"I'd rather have love than money"
I don't have either
Yeah
Verse 2
They say money is the root of all evil
It can't buy happiness, preacher?
But guess what, if it's a cost on it
I can't afford happiness either
But I'd rather try that than this
Wondering what'll happen next
Sleeping on a broken matteress
A n***a robbed us, all he took was CD's & a DVD player cause it wasn't no cash in this house we in
And 10 in my bank account
And college just made it all worse, school made it all hurt
Now all I can think about is maybe one run up
Could lead to a come up
And then permanently put the gun up
I'm awake till the sun up
Go to a job that I hate then get back to cla**
Somebody please tell me what's the odds making it as a rapper
With a fallback as an actor
Or law school, just in case it ain't working out, becomes something I pursue after
Cause no money means no time
Got 4 years, no breaks, world rotates & my own fear
Keeps me awake while my suitemates sleep wait
Oh yeah, I'm outta control here
I'm hesitating
There's so few chances in entertainment that the rest are chasing
If hip hop dies with no respiration
We all stuck dead in place & we can't make ends
Lost, high seas will adjust to break it
Never might see all the stuff we praising
So many try & fail
I might not be naive enough to make it
Hook
Refrain:
Daisy
I saw you in a daydream
Look how crazy you make me
You're so awful
(I) want you
Want you, Daisy
I saw you in a daydream
Look how crazy you make me