[T. Lewis
That’s real sh#t
Every day, I’m tryna be the best version of myself
Tryna outdo my past, told my mama I can’t do it all myself
Tryna juggle my career, keepin’ secrets from the public
Everybody in my ear, it don’t help
My family havin’ high hopes
It’s like I’m walkin’ on a tightrope
Blind and I can’t miss a step
I just want the belt like the champ
I’m blessed and I ain’t never had to stress over stamps
A mess when they had me sittin’ dressed in the cell
I cried when they told me I was blessed with a bail
I came home, n#gg#s still cheatin’ on me
Sold everything, can’t believe you cheated on me
Know you was wrong when you did it
Hate to admit it
But damn, I ain’t get a visit
So now I gotta pivot like Shaq on the post
Told you I was with you on that day I took that oath
Now it’s all Gucci, I ain’t never doin’ Coach
Trill-ass b#tch poppin’ bottles on the boat
If I’m with a n#gg#, we ain’t never goin’ broke
If we talkin’ bread, then I want the whole loaf
If I’ma kiss a b#tch, she gotta be a DeJ Loaf
‘Cause a rich b#tch never get impressed by the broke
And I miss Flint, but I couldn’t blow in that zone
Sometimes you gotta leave your comfort zone just to blow
And if they don’t believe in you, just let ’em
Believe what they want, but your wings, you gotta spread ’em
They won’t get it ’til you pull up in that brand new
Then you change your number, they gon’ swear you actin’ brand new
f#ck it, I don’t give a sh#t, told ’em I’m a rich b#tch
The ones that think I owe somethin’, they ain’t never did sh#t
All they ever do is come up to me with they hand out
Hatin’ on me, they ain’t understand it’s God’s plans now, hmm
Hatin’ on me, they ain’t understand it’s God’s plans now
‘Member when I used to work them jobs, nine-to-fivin’
They was all laughin’, I was just survivin’
They ain’t all believe it, now they all silent
Now I’m overseas shootin’ videos in Thailand
Diamonds after diamonds, I just hate that gotta blind ’em
Hits after hits, Billboard, watch me pile ’em
Fans goin’ crazy, tig ol’ bitties, watch me sign ’em
Do it for my city, every day, I’m gon’ remind ’em
When you dream chasin’ and you never stop
And you keep God first, you can get a lot
If you keep goin’ hard, you can make it out
Stay real to yourself what it’s all about
This for my independent b#tches who don’t want sh#t
Ain’t chasin’ no n#gg#, got your own sh#t
f#ck the top floor, b#tch, we want the building
And we be catchin’ flights, not feelings, yeah
It’s rich b#tch sh#t
All 2020
It’s Richie
Gang
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