Rich Is a Look

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Rich is a look no crook can buy

Rich is a bitch most **** prolly die try find

Rich is a language

O's and Commas

Rich man talk

Said Rich is a look

Hey if Jesus walks on water

I walk on burning liquor

If Moses split the seas

I split bread with the guys

Spark lighters with stars

VIP we are hey

VIP we are

Inherited dreams that birth money laundering schemes

Unwarranted means to purchase Ralph Lauren jeans

Golden rims

Louis tops mixed with Timbs

325i with them windows tinted

Rich is splendid

Not a single foreign is rented

I clench on image

Forgot

The soul is tainted I'm far from stainless

I got the coldest closet but no outfit to cover up

The guilt from heinous scenes witnessed as I grew up

Nameless bodies destined for famous as soon they drop

Shameless faces that view human life to be useless

In pursuit of riches since they fled from the uterus

Born and raised to be ruthless

Over cellphones and Nelsons

I tell you rich an addiction

Rich is a look no crook can buy

Rich is a bitch most **** prolly die try find

Rich is a language

O's and Commas

Rich man talk

Said Rich is a look

Hey if Jesus walk on water

I walk on burning liquor

If Moses split the seas

I split bread with the guys

Spark lighters with stars

VIP we are hey

VIP we are

Fuck a price ceiling

Coupe it's wine spilling

Don't you open up that door and let that smoke out

I been losing sleep for nights call it the stakeout

Just rhymes and prayers with hopes of a breakout

At times my fears steer me to misplaced routes

Of course my dreams for rich remain unchanged

Like Mr Wuncler

And if you ain't know by now money's the answer

To all conundrum

Now watch me make mo ****

Bambelela

Ubobambelela

Ubobambelela

Oh Oh Oh no

He got the game on a chokehold

Somebody tell these **** they don't know

This the shit that prolly get me on the road

Yo if this shit flops

I'll then be forced to kneel on fours and scrub clean public floors

Or leave this life a convict who birthed outlaws

**** back at home still talkin bout who's gon pop

Who's gone pop

I still got that R A P sound in me

L A D Y FRERE

What moulded me

I blow cheques on a plug search

Real hustla

Pablo dreams of burning it right in front of ya

I protest in sanctions

Real money moves

We know wealth from rich

The new native jews