Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rich Kid , by - Oncue. Song from the album Leftovers 2.1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Allofus
Song language: English
Rich Kid |
| 'Guess I’m hard to ignore |
| Cause my life’s recorded |
| Futon on the floor |
| Trying make this music shit orbit |
| Just got off tour |
| No more saying that I can’t afford shit |
| I never brag, let me brag |
| Never will we forfeit |
| I’m a self-admitted narcissistic |
| Optimistic, but you fuckers got me livid |
| Allergic to all your gimmicks |
| I speak that realness, images that’s often vivid |
| I know she gon' feel this, I approach her; |
| she soft & timid |
| She knows my old shit, Guessing she’s a huge fan |
| Thought I wouldn’t notice, I’mma make her cream like Wu-Clan |
| She like my raspy raps, that means that ass be tapped |
| Don’t just hit and quit, I’mma gentleman I pay for the taxi back |
| Back |
| When I had my back against the wall |
| When I had to jump through rings on fire |
| So you fucks would take Jay’s calls (and) |
| It’s whack now how you slob up on my balls |
| Probably heard I was working with them |
| Googled me, watched Feel Tall… |
| In fact, this hasn’t even gon' to printing |
| You got the exclusive breaking news: |
| Fucker this is just the beginning |
| Tomorrow ain’t promised |
| Trying to rewrite my ending |
| 'Til I’m in it, six feet diggin' |
| Far from finished, know I’m grinning yeah |
| I was more hand-me-down, then stuck up |
| It all comes back around, when the bucks up |
| I was more overdue, than over you |
| Time heals wounds |
| No matter what you’re going through |
| Oooh |
| I never was a rich kid |
| But best believe that I’m dying one |
| I never was a rich kid |
| But best believe I’m dying one |
| Everywhere I go they say I look so damn familiar |
| Grew up on the Roc, But Chris & Cam keep trying to put me on Dilla |
| They say stop, cause I keep smoking all my cigarettes down to the filter |
| Been through a lot, if you don’t do this shit |
| Life’s a bitch she will kill ya |
| Stuck in that first apartment |
| Locked in a prison… I was so broke |
| Didn’t know where my heart went |
| Bank account: all I see is 0's |
| My mom kept arguing |
| Wishing that I got my Diplome |
| But fuck that shit |
| I wanna be rich |
| See This story gets old so… |
| For years its been written… |
| See I came from slim pickin’s |
| Now all these hoes they been smitten |
| From all the flows I’ve been spittin' |
| Funny now people wanna act different |
| Rumor has it we first class trippin' |
| I lay this down, they take my sound |
| Let me call it now, they adlibbin' |
| How you feelin'? |
| Under that ceiling |
| Over your head, gon' crush the whole building' |
| (The) view from here probably look a bit different |
| When you know your shit comes from the heart, that’s the realest… |
| Never shot a gun, never was dealer |
| Fuck that whack shit, mixtape filler |
| Build an empire, start with a pillar |
| Now I’m on fire, so far from the cellar… |
| I was more hand-me-down, then stuck up |
| It all comes back around, when the bucks up |
| I was more overdue, than over you |
| Time heals wounds |
| No matter what you’re going through |
| Oooh |
| I never was a rich kid |
| But best believe that I’m dying one |
| I never was a rich kid |
| But best believe I’m dying one |
| I’m dying one… |
| I’m dying one… |
| I’m dying one… |