Rich Problems

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They think money answer every problem, you know?

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I'm having rich **** problems

Straight jacket crazy, might end up in that asylum

Think I'm always in a good mood, you see me smiling

Little devil on my shoulder and he wilding

Rich **** problems

Bank account great, my homies dying

Your bitch don't know you trying, everything you say you lying

Honor and defiance, I never rolled with the masses

Fuck viral, this flow a virus

I got the touch of Midas

One eye open like a pirate, like my living private

That Hollywood shit, I tried it when I got invited

When they in that dark space they try to soak your light up

Headlines talking down on you in like every write up

I might just confide in a priest

I feel like Pac in '93

I stay away from suckas, pops got diabetes

It's dying season, momma crying season

I escaped the comma after comma season

Died without a reason

Who gon' explain that to your mother while she Go Fund you?

She cooking dinners for the block, somehow she go hungry

Appetite fucked up, can't even eat

Body tight, both eyes heavy, can't even sleep

Youngin wasn't too high to swing, just out of reach

The way the Lord speak through my lyrics, you think I preach

Rich **** problems get tricky, they think you sleep

Rich **** problems, I gotta party with Meech

Colosseum, Jamaica Avenue got my sneaks

Thinking of the gangstas that died that I got to meet

Thinking of the times when I hustled, I couldn't breathe

I got a homie only deal with white, I call him Bleach

He started getting work out in Memphis, I called him Bleek

The biggest out the two **** with 'em, I called him sheek

Maleaka called him freaky, other **** called him Lique

Real **** problems, I still see him in my sleep

I'm having rich **** problems

They say money is the root of evil

How you know?

I seen what it do to people

Oh, aight

They told me money is the root of evil

That's what they told me

I seen what it do to people

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Money is the root of evil

I'm having rich **** problems

Taking trips with a stylist

Givenchy or Celine I can't decide, I'm getting higher

These shrooms up in my body got me talking to Elijah Muhammad

Ask him what happened to Malcolm, just be honest

Our forefathers had more problems than we could handle

Just tryna set examples, every corner I see candles

Murals on the wall of my store, really been poor

Black king, I feel like a Moor, Mansa Musa

I'm the one that introduced your wife to Kama Sutra

Have her screaming, "Hallelujah"

God bless her soul

Like beach chairs, watch **** fold

Like momma with my clothes

The task force out on a Tuesday, you thinking tacos

Cali cartel, fuck jail, I feel like Pacho

Never speak a word like you Pablo and I'm Gustavo

Crib out in the 'burbs so my daughters don't see no potholes

Since a snot-nose I wanted rich **** problems

Familiar with the broke ones

Bitches, I done choked some

Rich **** problems, TMZ just want a story

Drink Champs twisted, got me telling shit to N.O.R.E.

A lot of fake love, fell back when I dropped Corey

Problems of a rich ****, broke **** bore me

With coke aunty saw me

My ghost **** haunt me

Tears dropping down my face

Kobi in the car seat

Kairi want the world and I don't care 'bout what it cost me

They say money is the root of evil

How you know?

I seen what it do to people

Oh, aight

They told me money is the root of evil

That's what they told me

I seen what it do to people

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They say money is the root of evil

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