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TEC

Die Rich

 

Die Rich

(album: Web Life (Volume II) - 2018)


You can tell that by the web that the work Ah nigga put in this shit like the hunger in this shit mean some else to me

Now look at how I came from the bottom
Can take care of my kids
Take the pain from my moma
Frames in designer
Get brain from Rihanna
All this sauce and cheese on me like I came in lasagna
And I'm just cruising on my lonely
Thinking how I could been homely so wanted for charges
Riding with ah tars that's my gun in my big sign
She go out and get that money, bring back hundreds ever time
In my bag, lu now, no more stash shoe box when I pass through now they like ooh their go lil luwhop
Get that bitch and gad only thing you can do know
Should been gave me that ass that lil pussy ran through now
I'm acting brand new huh lu on me no Ferragamo
Got a lot of Glocks still carry choppas
Do magic with sticks like Harry Potter
And I put that shit on every dollar in my bank account
I gave you my all and back ain't got the same amount think about It
And it's crazy how your closes people a hating for you
I just take that L tell em pray for you
I been by myself I was tryna wait for you
Niggas act like they for you think they slick like they oil
But, I see through that shit you ain't loyal
Gonna make me change soil
Cook your shit your brain Boyer
That drac' it sang for ya
Music too my ears, gotta buried.357 and ain't shoot this bitch in years
I did it again Britney Spears On em bitches
Just like my trap roll jack and Neal on them bitches
25 bowls valcum sealed in the kitchen
Residue on all the dishes, leave em loot in our kidneys

Go ask the street about me, thuggin since the click tight boys
Niggas tryna ride the wave
But they be drowning, cause Lou ain't no fucking life guard

And I ain't Saving niggas, fuck one time free raggen nigga
I swear nun was gaving nigga
Been acting like they the one made ah nigga
They jump in that water we bathing niggas
Did 3 yrs hard label it ain't fase a nigga
Grind on the daily you just grind on location nigga
Oooh and by Myself I went and got it
Since I was 16 I ain't depend on nobody
For show was taking 5k9 that's just a deposit
All this green likes I'm mires
Boring poor ima die rich

Let me correct that ima die wealth
My kids kids kids gon have money bitch
I swear to God that's how I'm going

done

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