RICHARD PRYOR Lyrics

Aye thank God I learned my…lesson

Caught a…blessin

I ain't…stressin

Cuz at least I know I'm winnin

Ain't no…flexin

Apply that…pressure

Never…let up

Cuz either way I bet they feel it

Aye I got cash, I got class, I got credit

I hope they feel indebted when they copy my aesthetic

I'm quiet but I pop out on the scene

And lower they self esteem

When the peepin how I do it with no effort

Niggas want the shit that I got

They schemin and they plottin

On God I ain't never back door a nigga for my spot

And this is why I'm hot (hot hot)

Yeah I'm cool but bitch I'm fire

Richard Pryor

Think it's funny till I carry like Mariah

Do my dance on dat hoe

Dont drop names, drop a hit

I know you used to them lil fashion rappin fags

But that ain't this

I see niggas tryna tweak

And I done seen em come & go

So if a nigga think it's sweet

I'm in that Apple pie la mode

Aye thank God I learned my…lesson

Caught a…blessin

I ain't…stressin

Cuz at least I know I'm winnin

Ain't no…flexin

Apply that…pressure

Never…let up

Cuz either way I bet they feel it

Aye thank God I learned my…lesson

Caught a…blessin

I ain't…stressin

Cuz at least I know I'm winnin

Ain't no…flexin

Apply that…pressure

Never…let up

Cuz either way I bet they feel it