Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not a Rich Man, artist - Novel.
Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Not a Rich Man |
I’ve been called down so many names |
But nobody ever called me a rich man |
My ex-girlfriend was a love of my dreams |
And she left me for a rich man |
Everything seems out of my reach |
Like I’m falling in quicksand |
I know in my mind I’m a king |
But I probably won’t die a rich man |
Feeling like I carry the worlds weight on my shoulder |
Momma always told me these days will make me a soldier |
I keep my friends close, I keep my enemies closer |
The music is giving me youth, but the stress is making me older |
Sometimes I want to give it all up and just take the pain away |
We dust in the wind and I feel myself slowly fade away |
All I ever get with this heart is breaks and these 808s |
Lord give me a sign I’m just tryna make it from day to day |
My sneakers worn down, no soul in em |
I need the kind of money with the fold in em |
Man these pockets ain’t got no dough in em |
Feeling worthless as a penny with a hole in it |
I’ve been called down so many things |
But nobody ever called me a rich man |
My ex-girlfriend was a love of my dreams |
And she left me for a rich man |
Everything seems out of my reach |
It`s like I’m knee-deep in quicksand |
I know in my mind I’m a king |
But I probably won’t die a rich man |
Staring at this bottle of liquor |
I drink it quicker and quicker |
If I don’t get the picture |
I’ma be a goner |
Who said money can’t buy you happiness? |
I’d rather be crying in a C-Class than crying on the corner |
Cause my sneakers worn down, no soul in em |
I need the kind of money with the fold in em |
Man these pockets ain’t got no dough in em |
Feeling worthless as a penny with a hole in it |
I’ve been called down so many things |
But nobody ever called me a rich man |
My ex-girlfriend was a love of my dreams |
And she left me for a rich man |
Everything seems out of my reach |
Like I`m knee-deep in quicksand |
I know in my mind I’m a king |
But I probably won’t die a rich man |
I said I crawl that bad quicksand, than I became a rich man |
(say I probably want die a rich man) |
I said fuck the fame, I’m 'bout knowledge itself, health and rich, man |
(say I probably won’t die a rich man) |
I’m a law-fearer and… |
All seeing I who didn’t involved in a God’s hearing |
All hearing money involve the thoughtless car stealing |
Crime dodging and walking pallbearers, with them boxes |
Before I go back to drinking, I’d rather take shots through the spine |
I`m here to make my careers outta reach |
Here to make and here to be straight poppin of nothin |
I`m literally straight poppin this outta the clip |
Que-pasa? |
Exposing your boys, but think they pay mobsters |
Those are your boys who not shoot as they got hose and shirts |
Cause they are boxers |
I`m planning to die rich with my head in the hands of a black chick |
Ready to die and already made wedding plans with God`s bitch |
You, niggas, deal with petty mans` logic, not me |
I deal with hefty cans or bags filled with 70 grand of dollars |
I’ve been called down so many names |
But nobody ever called me a rich man |
My ex-girlfriend was a love of my dreams |
And she left me for a rich man |
Everything seems out of my reach |
Like I`m knee-deep in quicksand |
I know in my mind I’m a king |
But I probably won’t die a rich man |
I said I probably won`t die a rich man |
I probably won`t die a rich man |
I probably won`t die a rich man |
I probably won`t die a rich man |