Rich How I'm Dyin歌词
作词 : Javarri Walker/Jevonte Robinson/Marcus King
作曲 : Javarri Walker/Jevonte Robinson/Marcus King
Ayy
Heavy
Turn the beat up
Though
MK
Get that shit up
Then
I'm foreign whip riding
I shit on the finest
**** on the finest
I was born broke
Now it's rich how I'm dying
Rich how I'm dying
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him
Don't need no bitch to remind me
No bitch to remind me
I'm foreign whip riding
I shit on the finest
**** on the finest
I was born broke
Now it's rich how I'm dying
Rich how I'm dying
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him
Don't need no bitch to remind me
No bitch to remind me
nigga if you ever see your dreams
Go catch them
Still won't chase the girl of my dreams and I can catch her
I remember sleeping in the car
No house
Then got a house sleeping on the floor
No mattress
You can't even imagine
I ran it up the fastest
To the fact that we used to be poor
It don't matter
In the pink jays when it rain pour
No Channel
No Santa
Had to get it out the mud with no manners
New friends
No never
They want in
I won't let them
'Cause the feds on my trail
I'm in the field with no hammer
Know the rats
They gon' tattle
The snakes
They gon' rattle
The fake they go blast
Shoot 'em up
And so
Where you get a lil' revenue
It can dismantle you
In ways you never knew
Yeah
I gave nigga s hands they could never get up
These nigga s move backwards
They telling a front
Heard he got a thing for them girls with a butt
Let that ho pick his brain
Then we turn him to runts
Roll that boy up on stage
It's three five in the blunt
Now my check house barat any time of the month
And you know a rat
They gon' rat on them
Son
The snake and I'm sure they gon' rat on us
Son
And you know a rat
They gon' rat on them
Son
The snake and I'm sure they gone rat on us
Son
I'm living my life
Who's to say I'm living wrong
I don't even know why these nigga s on my flow
I know that it's fire like I rapped in the stove
They know when it's hot
Every rap hit your soul
Like a shirt turn a opp to a merch this a stick shift
Clip
I can flip it in reverse
Trying to say it's my prime
But I know my worth
Only **** on the finest
I'm foreign whip swerving
Swerve
I'm foreign whip riding
I shit on the finest
**** on the finest
I was born broke
Now it's rich how I'm dying
Rich how I'm dying
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him
Don't need no bitch to remind me
No bitch to remind me
I'm foreign whip riding
I shit on the finest
**** on the finest
I was born broke
Now it's rich how I'm dying
Rich how I'm dying
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him
Don't need no bitch to remind me
No bitch to remind me
nigga if you ever see your dreams
Go catch them
Still won't chase the girl of my dreams and I can catch her
I remember sleeping in the car
No house
Then got a house sleeping on the floor
No mattress
You can't even imagine
I ran it up the fastest
To the fact that we used to be poor
It don't matter
In the pink jays when it rain pour
No Channel
No Santa
Had to get it out the mud with no manners
作曲 : Javarri Walker/Jevonte Robinson/Marcus King
Ayy
Heavy
Turn the beat up
Though
MK
Get that shit up
Then
I'm foreign whip riding
I shit on the finest
**** on the finest
I was born broke
Now it's rich how I'm dying
Rich how I'm dying
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him
Don't need no bitch to remind me
No bitch to remind me
I'm foreign whip riding
I shit on the finest
**** on the finest
I was born broke
Now it's rich how I'm dying
Rich how I'm dying
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him
Don't need no bitch to remind me
No bitch to remind me
nigga if you ever see your dreams
Go catch them
Still won't chase the girl of my dreams and I can catch her
I remember sleeping in the car
No house
Then got a house sleeping on the floor
No mattress
You can't even imagine
I ran it up the fastest
To the fact that we used to be poor
It don't matter
In the pink jays when it rain pour
No Channel
No Santa
Had to get it out the mud with no manners
New friends
No never
They want in
I won't let them
'Cause the feds on my trail
I'm in the field with no hammer
Know the rats
They gon' tattle
The snakes
They gon' rattle
The fake they go blast
Shoot 'em up
And so
Where you get a lil' revenue
It can dismantle you
In ways you never knew
Yeah
I gave nigga s hands they could never get up
These nigga s move backwards
They telling a front
Heard he got a thing for them girls with a butt
Let that ho pick his brain
Then we turn him to runts
Roll that boy up on stage
It's three five in the blunt
Now my check house barat any time of the month
And you know a rat
They gon' rat on them
Son
The snake and I'm sure they gon' rat on us
Son
And you know a rat
They gon' rat on them
Son
The snake and I'm sure they gone rat on us
Son
I'm living my life
Who's to say I'm living wrong
I don't even know why these nigga s on my flow
I know that it's fire like I rapped in the stove
They know when it's hot
Every rap hit your soul
Like a shirt turn a opp to a merch this a stick shift
Clip
I can flip it in reverse
Trying to say it's my prime
But I know my worth
Only **** on the finest
I'm foreign whip swerving
Swerve
I'm foreign whip riding
I shit on the finest
**** on the finest
I was born broke
Now it's rich how I'm dying
Rich how I'm dying
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him
Don't need no bitch to remind me
No bitch to remind me
I'm foreign whip riding
I shit on the finest
**** on the finest
I was born broke
Now it's rich how I'm dying
Rich how I'm dying
I came from below now my limits the sky
My limits the sky
They knew I was him
Don't need no bitch to remind me
No bitch to remind me
nigga if you ever see your dreams
Go catch them
Still won't chase the girl of my dreams and I can catch her
I remember sleeping in the car
No house
Then got a house sleeping on the floor
No mattress
You can't even imagine
I ran it up the fastest
To the fact that we used to be poor
It don't matter
In the pink jays when it rain pour
No Channel
No Santa
Had to get it out the mud with no manners
