OnCue - Rich Kid (prod. Brenton Duvall & CJ Luzi) lyrics

[Verse 1] 'Guess I'm hard to ignore Cause my life's recorded Futon on the floor Trying make this music sh** orbit Just got off tour No more saying that I can't afford sh** I never brag, let me brag Never will we forfeit I'm a self-admitted narcissistic Optimistic, but you f**ers got me livid Allergic to all your gimmicks I speak that realness, images that's often vivid I know she gon' feel this, I approach her; she soft & timid She knows my old sh**, Guessing she's a huge fan Thought I wouldn't notice, I'mma make her cream like Wu-Clan She like my raspy raps, that means that a** be tapped Don't just hit and quit, I'mma gentleman I pay for the taxi back Back When I had my back against the wall When I had to jump through rings on fire So you f**s would take Jay's calls (and) It's whack now how you slob up on my balls Probably heard I was working with them Googled me, watched Feel Tall... In fact, this hasn't even gon' to printing You got the exclusive breaking news: f**er this is just the beginning Tomorrow ain't promised Trying to rewrite my ending TIl I'm in it, six feet diggin' Far from finished, know I'm grinning yeah (Hook) I was more hand-me-down, then stuck up It all comes back around, when the bucks up I was more overdue, than over you Time heals wounds No matter what you're going through Oooh I never was a rich kid But best believe that I'm dying one I never was a rich kid But best believe I'm dying one [Verse 2] Everywhere I go they say I look so damn familiar Grew up on the Roc, But Chris & Cam keep trying to put me on Dilla They say stop, cause I keep smoking all my cigarettes down to the filter Been through a lot, if you don't do this sh** Life's a b**h she will k** ya Stuck in that first apartment Locked in a prison... I was so broke Didn't know where my heart went Bank account: all I see is 0's My mom kept arguing Wishing that I got my Diplome But f** that sh** I wanna be rich See This story gets old so... For years its been written.... See I came from slim pickin's Now all these hoes they been smitten From all the flows I've been spittin' Funny now people wanna act different Rumor has it we first cla** trippin' I lay this down, they take my sound Let me call it now, they adlibbin' How you feelin'? Under that ceiling Over your head, gon crush the whole building' (The) view from here probably look a bit different When you know your sh** comes from the heart, that's the realest... Never shot a gun, never was dealer f** that whack sh**, mixtape filler Build an empire, start with a pillar Now I'm on fire, so far from the cellar... (Hook) I'm dying one... I'm dying one... I'm dying one...