Rich Kid (prod. by Brenton Duvall & CJ Luzi) Songtext
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Rich Kid (prod. by Brenton Duvall & CJ Luzi) Songtext
I guess I′m hard to ignore
Cause my life's recorded
Futon on the floor
Tryna make this music shit orbit
Just got off tour
No more saying that I can′t afford shit
I never brag, let me brag
Never will we forfeit
I'm a self-admitted narcissistic optimistic
But you fuckers 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′s often timid
She knows my old shit
Guessing she's a huge fan
Thought I wouldn′t notice I'ma make her cream like Wu-Tang
She like my raspy raps
That means her ass been tapped
Don′t just hit and quit, I'm a gentleman
I′ll 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 fucks would take these calls
And it's wack, now how you slob up on my balls
Probably heard I was working with them
Googled me, watch Phil talk
In fact, this hasn't even gone to printing
Got the exclusive breaking news
Fucker this is just the beginning
Tomorrow ain′t promised
Tryna rewrite my ending ′til I'm in it
Six feet digging, far from finished
Know I′m grinning
I was more hand me down than stuck up
It all comes back around when the bucks up
I was more overdue than overused
Time heals wounds no matter what you're going through
I never was a rich kid
But best believe that I′m not one
I never was a rich kid
But best believe I'm not one
Everywhere I go they say I look so damn familiar
Grew up on the rock but Chris and Camp keep tryna 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 that
Shit life's a bitch she will kill 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 diploma
But fuck that shit, I wanna get rich
See this story got old so for years it′s been written
See I came from Flint pickers
And all these hoes they been smitten
From all the flows I been spitting
Funny now people wanna act different
Woman has a weave, first class tripping
I lay this down they take my serum
Let me call it now, they ad-libbing
How you feeling under that ceiling
Over your head gon' crush a whole building
View from here probably look a bit different
When you know your shit from the heart that′s the realest
Never shot a gun, never was a dealer
Fuck that wack shit, mixtape filler
Build an empire, start with a pillar
Now I'm on fire so fuck on a ciller
I was more hand me down than stuck up
It all comes back around when the bucks up
I was more overdue than overused
Time heals wounds no matter what you′re going through
I never was a rich kid
But best believe that I'm not one
I never was a rich kid
But best believe I′m not one
I'm not one
I'm not one
I′m not one
Cause my life's recorded
Futon on the floor
Tryna make this music shit orbit
Just got off tour
No more saying that I can′t afford shit
I never brag, let me brag
Never will we forfeit
I'm a self-admitted narcissistic optimistic
But you fuckers 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′s often timid
She knows my old shit
Guessing she's a huge fan
Thought I wouldn′t notice I'ma make her cream like Wu-Tang
She like my raspy raps
That means her ass been tapped
Don′t just hit and quit, I'm a gentleman
I′ll 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 fucks would take these calls
And it's wack, now how you slob up on my balls
Probably heard I was working with them
Googled me, watch Phil talk
In fact, this hasn't even gone to printing
Got the exclusive breaking news
Fucker this is just the beginning
Tomorrow ain′t promised
Tryna rewrite my ending ′til I'm in it
Six feet digging, far from finished
Know I′m grinning
I was more hand me down than stuck up
It all comes back around when the bucks up
I was more overdue than overused
Time heals wounds no matter what you're going through
I never was a rich kid
But best believe that I′m not one
I never was a rich kid
But best believe I'm not one
Everywhere I go they say I look so damn familiar
Grew up on the rock but Chris and Camp keep tryna 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 that
Shit life's a bitch she will kill 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 diploma
But fuck that shit, I wanna get rich
See this story got old so for years it′s been written
See I came from Flint pickers
And all these hoes they been smitten
From all the flows I been spitting
Funny now people wanna act different
Woman has a weave, first class tripping
I lay this down they take my serum
Let me call it now, they ad-libbing
How you feeling under that ceiling
Over your head gon' crush a whole building
View from here probably look a bit different
When you know your shit from the heart that′s the realest
Never shot a gun, never was a dealer
Fuck that wack shit, mixtape filler
Build an empire, start with a pillar
Now I'm on fire so fuck on a ciller
I was more hand me down than stuck up
It all comes back around when the bucks up
I was more overdue than overused
Time heals wounds no matter what you′re going through
I never was a rich kid
But best believe that I'm not one
I never was a rich kid
But best believe I′m not one
I'm not one
I'm not one
I′m not one
Writer(s): Brenton Duvall, Cj Luzi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

