Rich Kid - Oncue

'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…