Scott Freeba** - From Rich To b**h lyrics

[Hook: Tom Solar] If I don't get discovered, if I don't get heard If I don't get seen, brother, who gonna know my word? [Verse 1: Tom Solar] I got a different POV than those from the hood Those with the guns, those with the goods I should tell ya I ain't about to fail ya If you from the burb then I got you, my word I represent the lonely motherf**er side of the coin, emotions in the loins - difficult to spit out And make a point about the way your momma left you in second grade, or how your grades ever since been second rate Keep your rage in a second crate, save for future reference Use it in the case you never get to escape the place that you've hung in ever since you was a young'n The fact is you're aging, layers off your onion and you cop them ounces off allowance You're bound to be embarra**ed, bounce checks off your parents, think "I wish I was a gangster, banking off of anger" [Hook: Tom Solar] If I don't get discovered, if I don't get heard If I don't get seen, brother, who gonna know my word? If I don't get discovered, if I don't get heard If I don't get seen, brother, ain't gonna make it to thirty [Verse 2: Tom Solar] From the burb but my brain always book out Dress like a prince but you'll never get the crook out Cold rhymer, I'ma smoke you at the cook out though so You better study this style with books out Sort of like the kids that you used to know, now they grown But you still have your dad pay your iPhone The last time you did hit a high note was I don't know You just trying to prove the doubting eyes wrong But they doing business with different hairlines Real adults fly international airlines Small steps if you hope to get that airtime All the best to you but you overstepping bare lines How you figure that you're gonna be a millionaire? They wanna hear you rap hard, not self-aware Combination of famous crip, Freeway, Escobar, pimp, snow dealer in a heatwave [Hook: Tom Solar] If I don't get discovered, if I don't get heard If I don't get seen, brother, who gonna know my word? If I don't get discovered, if I don't get heard If I don't get seen, brother, ain't gonna make it to thirty [Verse 3: Tom Solar] Dealer went legit, G became a billionaire The well off motherf**er used to be an heir to a billionaire, but then he shut his head off Leather belt to the neck then kicked away the stairs Why is net worth the number one concern if a triple beam teen struggle just to find the words to rise above the worms slithering within the dirt? Six feet beneath it every day, way he see the world Dead presidents can't free you in the end The living can't neither, I see the need to spend My advantage is my weakness, I need defense, tense game, let me hit the reefer like I need her The name Anita Green, because I need the green People on the street staring at me like I be obscene I cream for the type of sugar that don't need a spoon Will not become rich to b**h, in reverse bloom