Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not a Rich Man, artist - Summer of '96Date of issue: 29.06.2017
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 |