Lyrics
Lot of pressure im the man of the family now came a long way from wearing hammy downs u can start to see the hate when you don't come around 33 years old my daddy still let me dwn lot of hate up in my generation now and days when it's a problem **** be scared to face it slow motion like I'm in the matrix my nephew died off a perc I wish he didn't take it lately I been doing numbers my Potna crossed me I still love him can't help the fact that I'm still thigh in shit but I was raised in ah jungle I can't wait til they let Fatts home Lee been down for seven years shit it's been that long my son remind me of myself when I was that young you lie strike one you steal strike two if you don't do what they want they don't like you. I got a lot of **** hating on me.
Hook
I rather be rich yall cud have the fame I rather be rich yall can have the fame I rather be rich yall can have the fame I rather be rich yall can have the fame
Verse 2
They say money don't solve problems but u can't tell that to a broke **** I was raised to fear no **** shit get real you gon see the hoe in em code of the streets **** get out yo feelings any time they need a favor they gon call me ain't nobody give me help shit it was all me I was taught u violate that's a small fee if it's food up on my plate then we gon all eat gotta ditch my old hoes and change my number my Potna called me from county I sent him money I ain't kids when I fucked her now she act funny, **** worried bout the wrong shit hang with nine broke **** u gon be the tenth that's who you belong with.
Hook
I rather be rich yall cud have the fame I rather be rich yall can have the fame I rather be rich yall can have the fame I rather be rich yall can have the fame
Written by: Charles Gardner