Rich Nigga Problems (from "Judas and the Black Messiah" soundtrack)

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
But when that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done acting up, let's hit the crib and get faded
When you don't drink champagne but you ordering cases
All your friends hanging 'cause they know that you paying
When them bills backing up and black ain't enough
And them checks adding up, you just don't wanna be famous

Got a mink doormat that say, "Nigga, we made it"
Got all white neighbors and most of 'em racist
They put your name and faces when you going in places
Then black ain't enough, you just don't wanna be famous
Real talk, real rap, look, I can't deny shit
Couldn't afford shit, but always was attracted to fly shit
Guess that's why I buy, won't invest or capitalize
But expecting to die rich, just a rich nigga mindset
That's why I'm packing up my shit, like I'm back at the mom's crib
Like I'm back on my grind, like it's a nine-to-five shift
'Cause nothing was handed to me, uh, go in and hand it to me
Like I'm Puffy in '96 (Gimme the loot, gimme the loot)
Let's hope that she really for me, most hoes couldn't handle me
I'm postponing a family, work hard so they know what I stand for
Just have 'em, the GRAMMY, me, damn, have 'em, GRAMMY, me?
Damn, just don't wanna be famous

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
When that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done acting up, let's hit the crib and get faded
You don't drink champagne but you ordering cases
Your friends hanging 'cause they know that you paying
When them bills backing up and black ain't enough
And them checks adding up, you just don't wanna be famous

Uh, look at me, get what you see, envision me
Brazen chains, is he Pusha T or Mr. T?
No hookah smoke, no niggas, please, no liquor, please
A different me, I'm in this bitch and I'm sipping tea
Uh, but never spill the tea, most of you niggas sick of me
What would she do to get to me? Get off the tip of the dick of me, please
Another victory, be flawless like the skin on me, please
Don't compare him and me, you offending me
This ain't a diss and we ain't enemies
They concerned with breaking hits, I'm more concerned with making history
Loudest nigga in the room the weakest
Them quiet dudes just probably need better speakers
This ain't a modest way of living, I ain't hungry
Just did a demolition to my kitchen, it was ugly
Cash rules everything around me, get the money, funny
How they got twenty-twenty vision but don't see a nigga vision 'til 2020? (Wow)

'Bout twelve bad hoes in my section like Vegas
A few of 'em strangers, a few of 'em famous
But when that ain't enough and black ain't enough
Man, I'm done acting up, let's hit the crib and get faded
You don't drink champagne but you ordering cases
Your friends hanging 'cause they know that you paying
When them bills backing up and black ain't enough
And them checks adding up, you just don't wanna be famous

Woo, this some bullshit
Yeah
Three, three, three, two, one, cut