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Like, bro i just got my first chain and I didn't even... I didn't even buy my first chain My wife brought that shit for me My First EPiC chain, my wife bought that shit Boy I wish I was rich I'd have more foreign cars than a bitch I put up a whole Billy for my kid Spend a couple million on my momma crib Boy I wish We could switch I'd be rich I'd show other niggas how to get this shit I'd teach everybody how to make it flip Everybody on my team gone get a split If I was rich I be going all in Plane mode, Everybody calling I don't wanna hang with the gang I don't wanna play ball Bitch I'm tryna be balling I done took a whole lot of losses Cost me all my precious fucking time On the climb Make it seem I'm fine But my card gone decline If I swipe What if we switch up our lives Gimme a million or five No, gimme a billion or nine And you be currency deprived bro You can't live this life of mine bro Gotta keep it cool and drive slow Gotta watch out for Five-Oh Cuz I've been down too many times Moe I'm not regretting a thing I'm just creating a space Watching my pace Imma be patient and wait One day they'll remember my face Nigga WAIT I let 'em flex in my face I kept the humblest state Nigga WAIT Y'all gotta let me be great I stayed the 'F' in my place Set the shit straight I ain't ever had shit Head case? Nah, nigga I'm a basket Y'all mad? I done blew a fucking gasket Started a disaster, shit's getting drastic Talking that cash shit will get you ass kicked That "I'm good, hood pass" shit We stopped that shit last year 'Cause you ain't drop no cash here Boy I wish I was rich I'd have more foreign cars than a bitch I put up a whole Billy for my kid Spend a couple million on my momma crib Boy I wish We could switch I'd be rich I'd show other niggas how to get this shit I'd teach everybody how to make it flip Everybody on my team gone get a split If I was rich I was tryna make a million off of rapping (offa rapping) I remember writing verses on a napkin (onna napkin) Now all these niggas in Atlanta swear they got some fucking talent And I just feel like I'm just stuck in fucking traffic (traaaafiiiiccc) I ain't hating man That's just my opinion, how I'm feeling I can't listen to your shit, its not appealing I don't feel it (oh naw naw) I be look at these niggas purchases like "Boy, Oh really? Spent a hundred on some jewel but you ain't did shit for your children?" (Oh No!) Niggas asking for a session but won't pay for engineering Sent that clip, it's 30 seconds It ain't money, I don't hear you I preset 90% of all the shit that y'all be hearing I'm the new industry standard It ain't me they ain't gone clear it I worked hard for this I put my all into this Boy, I deserve to be rich Crazy thing is, before you listened to this You hadn't heard of my shit Fuck it I don't give a fuck about a whip I don't give a fuck about a crib I just want enough out of this shit to show my kid Daddy didn't hustle every day only to quit Yeah Boy I wish I was rich I'd have more foreign cars than a bitch I put up a whole Billy for my kid Spend a couple million on my momma crib Boy I wish We could switch I'd be rich I'd show other niggas how to get this shit I'd teach everybody how to make it flip Everybody on my team gone get a split Boy I wish I was rich I'd have more foreign cars than a bitch I put up a whole Billy for my kid Spend a couple million on my momma crib Boy I wish We could switch I'd be rich I'd show other niggas how to get this shit I'd teach everybody how to make it flip Everybody on my team gone get a split If I was rich
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