Rich Problems

Yeah They think money answer every problem, you know? I'm having rich nigga problems Straightjacket crazy Might end up in that asylum Think I'm always in a good mood You see me smiling Little devil on my shoulder and he wildin' Rich nigga problems Bank account great, my homies dying Your bitch don't know you trying Everything you say you lying Honor and defiance, I never rolled with the masses F*ck viral, this flow a virus I got the touch of Midas One eye open like a pirate like my living private That Hollywood shit, I tried it when I got invited When they in that dark space they try to soak your light up Headlines talking down on you in like every write up I might just confide in a priest I feel like Pac in '93 I stay away from suckas, pops got diabetes It's dying season, mama crying season I escaped the karma after karma season, died without a reason Who gon' explain that to your mother while she GoFund you? She cooking dinners for the block, somehow she go hungry Appetite fucked up, can't even eat, uh Body tight, both eyes heavy, can't even sleep, uh Youngin wasn't too high to swing, just out of reach, uh The way the Lord speak through my lyrics you think I preach, uh Rich nigga problems get tricky, they think you sleep Rich nigga problems, I gotta parlay with Meech Colosseum, Jamaica Avenue got my sneaks Thinking of the gangstas that died that I got to meet, uh Thinking of the times when I hustled I couldn't breathe, uh I got a homie only deal with white, I call him Bleach We started gettin' work out in Memphis, I called him Bleek, uh The biggest out the two niggas with 'em, I called him Sheek, uh Maleaka called him freaky, other niggas called him Lique Real nigga problems, I still see him in my sleep I'm having rich nigga problems They say money is the root of evil (How you know?) I seen what it do to people (Oh, aight) They told me money is the root of evil (That's what they told me) I seen what it do to people Money is the root of evil I'm having rich nigga problems, taking trips with a stylist Givenchy or Celine I can't decide, I'm getting higher These shrooms up in my body got me talking to Elijah Muhammad Ask him what happened to Malcolm, just be honest Our forefathers had more problems than we could handle Just trynna set examples, every corner I see candles Murals on the wall of my store, really been poor Black king feel like a Moor, Mansa Musa I'm the one that introduced your wife to Kama Sutra Have her screaming hallelujah, God bless her soul Like beach chairs, watch niggas fold, like mama with my clothes The task force out on a Tuesday, you thinking tacos Cali Cartel, f*ck jail, I feel like Pacho Never speak a word like you Pablo and I'm Gustavo Crib out in the burbs so my daughters don't see no potholes Since a snot nose I wanted rich nigga problems Familiar with the broke ones, bitches, I done choked some Rich nigga problems, TMZ just want a story Drink Champs, twisted, got me telling shit to N.O.R.E. A lot of fake love fell back when I dropped Corey Problems of a rich nigga, broke niggas bore me With coke aunty saw me, my ghosts niggas haunt me Tears dropping down my face, Kobe in the car seat Kairi want the world and I don't care 'bout what it cost me They say money is the root of evil (How you know?) I seen what it do to people (Oh, aight) They told me money is the root of evil (That's what they told me) I seen what it do to people They say money is the root of evil