Not a Rich Man - Summer of '96, Royce 5'9

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