Lyrics
Stepping off stage but I’m stepping off paid
Jumping in the crowds, ladies messing up my braids
One session got me blazed, One blunt got me faded
Not to mention the Henny, I don’t know how I made it Seeing all 'em haters by the barricades, praying on my downfall
Who wanna see me buried in a grave? (Shit)
All of y’all claim to be married to the game
But you cheating on the dame. Stop speaking on my name, bitch!
You Olsen Twins. You duplicate
Pay respect to the king or it’s my boots you kiss
Telly full of shorties, O.T., up in the Hamptons
Don’t even think of coming if you feeling like you cramping
I know, I’m a bastard. I flow, like rafters
I roll, like backwoods. You know, I’m that good
Coming outta that hood. Ridgeway keep it banging
True gyalist. Forklift bitches till their feet is dangling
That boy done did it No bust nut, watch how I come with it
Y’all fantasize, through my eyes I live it If life’s a bitch, watch Rich Kidd pimp it Can I get a… (JEEZ!), Can I get a… (BOM BOM!) x4
Rich in wisdom. Born broke and proud
Quietest nigga in the room but I’m smoking loud
Very opinionated, but I like to debate
And keep the truth above all, I ain’t fucking with fakes
Used to see these sluts as nothing but some open mouths
It’s good for the community if they’re sucking the town
More blowjobs, less crime, no problems
In the streets there’s no God, everybody’s fraudulent
The outlook I prophecised like apostles did
So I relax and burn a sack till apocalypse
They tell me «Rich, you should fit in your 'nitch'»
I’m like «Nigga, the term’s 'NICHE'» You should learn some english
I’m representing for the people seeking out true knowledge
Don’t trust in the system, we don’t do college
Yeah, I move green but I don’t do collards
My team mean but offer no apoli… JEEZ!
My women, where you at? Don’t be scared to bust your invisible gat (BOM BOM)
My brothers, where you be? Two fingers to the sky, repeat after me. (BOM BOM)
Can I get a… x4