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Rich
5,953
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rich was released on January 9, 2020 by K.O.E as a part of the album Rich - Single
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Release DateJanuary 9, 2020
LabelK.O.E
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Syllable
Syllable
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Harris
Daniel Harris
Songwriter

Lyrics

K.O.E., man
Brrrah
Hunnid bands on my wrist
**** want smoke, now your mans don't exist
So much money on my mind, and I plan to get rich
You know K.O.E. the gang, and I stand with my clique (K.O.E.)
I don't really give a damn, I'm the man and I'm lit
You get caught up in a jam, on the stand you a snitch (You a snitch)
I can never trust a soul, for a band they'll switch
If he ever cross me, leave him laying in a ditch
Bitch **** claiming they a killer, out here toting, blowing shotties
All them lyrics you be writing, cappin', find a better hobby
I’m just keeping it a hunnid, rappin' ain't for everybody
I remember every winter, man, my nose was hella snotty
So much pain I keep inside me, quiet, I was never jolly
Lost my sis, I wasn’t there, I wish that I could tell her sorry
I remember we were young and laughin', chillin', smashin' thotties
Now my city ain’t the same, they come and shoot at every party
But they shoot at every party, wild (Wild)
**** wanna rob me (Wild)
Why he left me with his girl, so I finessed him out his thottie, ha
Better than your favorite rapper, I don’t even hardly try
He see me counting bands, he lost his life, plus he was prolly high (Brrrah)
My chain, you try to take it, I'll be sure to make your body fly
Your homie, he won't kill you, for some money, he'll prolly try
You come in you get lost and they don’t know you, you gon' prolly die
Shed so many tears and now man I can’t even hardly cry
Why they come around when they see you ballin'?
But nobody wanna help when they see you fallin'?
Don't try to kick it with me when them labels callin'
So much money in this world, I wanna see us all win
And they say your life a gamble, so I’m going all in
Now I gotta stay consistent, had to stop the pausin'
Get the green by any means, you’d think I play for Boston
Ain’t conversatin' 'bout no money, you won’t see me talkin' (Nah)
I wasn’t born in the hills
Was born where we didn’t have a choice but to steal
'Cause we didn't know when we gon' see our next meal
If you flexin' them bills, you get robbed or get killed
You don’t come from the slums, you don't know how it feel
And to feel how I feel, you would have to be real
They don’t show no remorse, you get caught in that field
Ain't no love, it’s just hate, I don't know what's the deal
Every night 'fore I sleep, I just pray I heal
Married to the money and I promise we won't separate (Nah)
Remember I was robbed and starving mama, unc' on section eight
These **** want me dead, but I just really hope that heaven wait
Ain’t really hard to find me, wanna meet, then we can set a date
It's either me or you I’m traumatized, so I'ma let it spray
I promise I ain't hiding, run on me and I won’t hesitate
I know my time is coming, hope He open up them heaven gates
My loved ones that didn’t make it
I just pray you in a better place
I’ve been hurting for so long
And I try to hold on
The ones that I’d kill for
They did me so wrong
So I tell them so long
My feelings are so gone
But I try to stay strong
I can’t write a love song
Hunnid bands on my wrist
**** want smoke, now your mans don't exist
So much money on my mind, and I plan to get rich
You know K.O.E. the gang, and I stand with my clique (K.O.E.)
I don't really give a damn, I'm the man and I'm lit
You get caught up in a jam, on the stand you a snitch (You a snitch)
I can never trust a soul, for a band they'll switch
If he ever cross me, leave him laying in a ditch
Written by: Daniel Harris
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