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letra de rich or poor - meekz

[chorus]
rich or poor, dead or jail, guess there’s four options
more manny, more problems
rich or poor, remember tryna take bricks on tour
and make them young g’s sh-t on floors
no access, gotta kick in doors
never had a pot to p-ss in, i was p-ssing poor
they think i’ve found a cure, now they listen more
they think i’m rich but they don’t know that my heart’s broke
some days i can’t cope

[verse 1]
i’m pushing light, it’s a dark road
but i was ghost for a second
sh-t, i started feeling close to depression
i started overthinking everything
down to the clothes that i’m repping
but i was happy in jail when the packs landеd over the netting
i’m whipping o’s ovеr the stove and let it rock in sixty seconds
i lost food and had to smile at my efforts, i hit the block like tetris
build an empire and i got spots like leopard
they say birds of a feather all flock together
but my dargs want me locked forever
used to think that i’ll rob forever, hit the block forever
let’s not be clever, let’s be as smart as we can
let’s go halves on a van and grab the gardener man
now i got the whole game in the palm of my hands
used to hit the m-way and go as far as i can
suttin sharp in my pants
i need m’s but i went and took a half in advance
[chorus]
rich or poor, dead or jail, guess there’s four options
more manny, more problems
rich or poor, remember tryna take bricks on tour
and make them young g’s sh-t on floors
no access, gotta kick in doors
never had a pot to p-ss in, i was p-ssing poor
they think i’ve found a cure, now they listen more
they think i’m rich but they don’t know that my heart’s broke
some days i can’t cope

[verse 2]
i get to grinding right now, i got muscle memory
plugs see me in the flesh and be like “yo what you telling me?”
ammonia with a splash of wray nephew, that’s the remedy
got my crack tasting like jealousy, bitter and sweet
that ain’t my gyal, that’s my b-tch for the week
they wanna kick with the team and get lit with the g’s
me and l in s, hitting the schemes
man i’m missing the fiends
i got new bands but i could never be a different meekz
sh-t i did for the queens, used to think i’d get rich at eighteen
that’s some sh-t that i didn’t achieve
cah i was in jail, i’d watch a man’s skin pale
laugh about it while i inhale then exhale, hit a next sale
laugh about it while i inhale then exhale, hit a next sale
[chorus]
rich or poor, dead or jail, guess there’s four options
more manny, more problems
rich or poor, remember tryna take bricks on tour
and make them young g’s sh-t on floors
no access, gotta kick in doors
never had a pot to p-ss in, i was p-ssing poor
they think i’ve found a cure, now they listen more
they think i’m rich but they don’t know that my heart’s broke
some days i can’t cope

- meekz

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