Rich (Interlude)

I learned in trappin’ in the business
Smart people makin’ horrible decisions, you know?
Rich nigga, get my dick sucked after the show
I ain’t gonna lie, we were poor
A bunch of lost souls in survival mode
There wasn’t no way for us unless we find our own
Running the stores, kicking the doors
Nigga give me my glory
Nigga play with me, he ain’t gonna even gonna need to tell the story
This the type shit we grew up out of
Everybody “gang, gang”

Those are people that you grew up with man
Thе chain gang
And the bots getting pink
Niggas shit wherе you sleep
Niggas shit where you eat
Who would ever knew that I would become a fucking Kodak? Huh
Rap might be good but I’m still pumping gas in the hood
Chopping up the place so they feel like Thanksgiving
Got the biggest snipers standing on that Merc business gas, sliding through that
They red [?] for whatever, always knew that everything would get better
And the show got greater later
All the gang came from the elders like: “hear me now, me and my brothers will hear me now, now give the game back to the old head and respect come first, yeah, you know? Can’t be bad with the OG’s, ya gotta give us somewhat, gotta come from something, gotta come from that, when you seen this coming? We just [?] a blessing. What you doing with Kendrick? (Uh-uh) What you doing with a legend? (Uh-uh) So what they call you? (Uh-uh) when it’s all set and done we ain’t leaving empty handed (Uh-uh), that’s when we gang (Uh-uh), that’s all my dudes (Uh-uh), pouring in their business as they fall through (Uh-uh), making ends meet (Uh-uh), daddy deadbeat, had to steal for a mil or you can’t eat, you know? (Uh-uh) Poverty (Uh-uh), real cost food, babies [?] (Uh-uh), now look at this shit, we own the property”