Memories Of Your Riches Lyrics

I just got hipped to Wallstreet Trapper

Now I wanna mansion

Watching videos of Him 500 and 19 Keys

Now I want more than I set out to achieve

Financial literacy

You don't know really what's goes on in person's head all day

Unless they tell you

Tears flow, that negativity irremovable 

Not teaching me bout credit should be unconstitutional 

I always wanted to live like this

A normal life unsuitable

That money, power beautiful

You lazy that's inexcusable

I'm no stranger to wins, need a money spin

They treat us different than him, we got ruddy skin

So happy we could dream together

We used to be on punishment

Hope you find a chance that work for you, you'll get lucky in

I seen a nigga trade his .40 for a money clip

We gon' hit that right away, I seen the shit that money did

I suffer from my heart too, on bro it ain't no funny shit

I upped my bag to get it, pockets hurting made my stomach flip

I learned from all those bloody lips, it's all part of the healing

Boogie used to be a funny kid

Sun peeking, only time we speaking when the money in

Some shit ain't posed to last forever, you got me in this monkey grip

At least the hood rats never change

Wishing on them spirits numbers

Blessings that had never came

Tryna cope with life and learn the lessons that I never gained

Tweaking in my last song, just call me by whatever name

I be needing the realest

So much fake animosity, they passed to the children

Used to be an idealist, I've been harboring some feelings

What if we lost it all, shake it off

Have faith that we'll rebuild it

Ion know what's going on but I've been going with it

Seen a hundred thousand, it ain't so appealing

Used to dream of being in the mountains with a hundred million

Gain some leverage, plan an exit if you know you winning

(One play will really take you up gotta here)

This that Udda flow, psychedelic trips

Get on yo shit and help a shooter grow

Complicated risks, this ain't the nigga that you used to know

Misery and mistakes, tryna hide my face but I ain't using blow

I got memories of your riches

Talent and ambition

Childhood conditions that affect the way I'm living

Told 'em ima figure it out

These niggas deaf, ain't wanna listen

They stripped his years from him

Man my dawg was truly gifted

Grinding for a mansion and some fazos

Why every nigga that I know, told me to lay low

Financial freedom tryna stack it in a bankroll

Steady schemin, all he wanted was a peso

All he wanted was a peso

All he wanted was a peso