Rags 2 Riches Lyrics

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Remember I was fucked up I was dead broke

Hanging round drug dealers trying to cook dope

Trap house on each block a lot of old stoves

Big cause was da plug he fronted me them bows

Bring them back what I made cashed them out for more

Remember they was tryng to play me always cracking jokes

Fast forward years later I'm getting booked for shows

Youngest in the high school fucking grown hoes

Dey don't want to see me win they in competition

Momma told me am not no comparison when it's ah difference

Was born in not sworn in I'm realer den u niggas

Right now, I'm walking through da storm I got to deal with it

Told my man's get his bag we gone pay for spinning

For the right price and reason, you know we gone spend it

Grab some bows and hit the road hell yeah, we wit it

Isn't nobody fucked up on the tab we split it

Don't get into it over bitches we fuck da hoes

Balenci Louie and Dior we rock da same clothes

Bring ah meal to the table eat it with da bros

Fuck Cerio breakfast time we serving niggas bows

Gotta watch your back they are playing every man for Dey self

Lemon cherry came from Cali I only deal with top shelf

Midget Drac wit da wood same height as ah elf

Did dis shit by myself I am not never ask for help

Get off your ass and get ah bag fuck being lazy

Hit the road for 2 months Ik it sounds crazy

What I made could've went and copped the new Mercedes'

I'm advanced I know shit want let ah nigga play me

Ima boss I got to bag that's why these niggas hate me

Man, these niggas goofys all Dey brag about is murder

Half of them faking they haven't really never murked one

In the streets trapping hard in the Stu working

I was working with 2 phones trying to build my clientele

You ever seen 100 bows you don't even know the smell

300 black out in that scat bro gone get on niggas tail

You aren't never copped ah brick or got one sent threw da mail

Got my hood on my side bet you can't even go to yours

Ima beast came from da jungle be in the forest

Put on your cleats hop in da field slide with the torrest

Sprinter bus for the road junkies probably think I'm touring

Gone make ah m out da streets and put my mama in ah foreign

I just put up 50 bucks' wit agent zero Aron Gordon

When u catching big plays you up early in the morning

Salute to my niggas in da field they steady scoring

Yung nigga came from the trenches

Lit in my city yeah, I got all da bitches

We was broke but we up na I call it rag riches

Was told as ah little child if he snitch give them stitches

Betta watch out for da snakes got to pop them if he hissing

2 told me Dey gone hate soon as Dey see us winning

Every day I pray to God like forgive for my sinning

Dis that real nigga shit not drill music it's ah difference

Niggas acting like Dey gang but really hating low

We up now fuck next fuck you if u missed ah show

Niggas looked at us like comp we looked at them as are bro

Play it crazy like it's that getting you robbed cause you ah hoe

Yung nigga rapping trapping we aren't in the same boat

Louis sneakers look like Jordan's we don't wear the same clothes

It's just me pat n sal when it's time to hit that road

It's just me pat n sal when we cash out on the bows

Get to passing out bags and put the whole team on

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