Summer Of 96, Royce da 5'9" - Not A Rich Man lyrics
[Summer Of 96, Royce da 5'9" - Not A Rich Man lyrics]
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 it'self, 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
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 it'self, 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