The Frontline - Rich lyrics

Yeah, I'm from Richmond
Hell yeah, it's crazy out here
Nigga might stab you over a
Dollar in a dice game
Nigga might shoot you over some King Cobra
Shit, it's crazy in the Rich

I was born poor, lived poor
Top Ramen, dirty floor
Dirty clothes, Snotty Nose
Empty stomach, Brutal soul
Running around the village with a
Bag full of Now-n-Laters
Watching all the dope dealers
Hustle making dirty paper
Yellow bus, free lunch
Missing school, should have flunked
Fights with older niggas had to let
Them know I'm not a punk
Ran up on a couple chumps
No help, I got jumped
Fought back when a lotta niggas
Probably would have run dirty cops
Task Force batter ram my front door
Looking for my pop's coke stash
Under the kitchen floor more Drama
Watched good mothers turn to crack mamas
Watching beauty queens turn to dope fiends
Lost honor friend shot, some are dead
Bullets sending out their head
All over turf business
Niggas turn to cold killers
Rap game, hoop game dope game, same thing
Only way that niggas thought they'd
Make it out the Rich, man

That's how it is in the RICH
That's all we get in the RICH
That's how we live in the RICH
That's how we live in the RICH
That's how it is in the RICH
That's all we get in the RICH
That's how we live in the RICH
That's how we live in the RICH
That's how it is in the RICH
Northside, Southside
That's all we get in the RICH
Seaside, Crescent Park
That's how we live in the RICH
Hillside, the Village
That's how we live in the RICH
My niggas all heart

Yeah, Okay
Now I'mma take y'all niggas to the start
Curly hair, Crescent Park
Early years, stressing hard
Niggas letting weapons spark
Mama had an aching heart
Daddy didn't play his part
They was separated a minute
But didn't stay apart
Sister was an artist then
Left's uncle started seeing
Crack came barging in
Niggas wasn't starving then
We was on some real shit
Filthy Phil, Lil Ric
Filthy pulled an ill lick
But to us he's still sick
Same time, dope game cocaine flooded in
Drought came, no 'caine
Dough ain't coming in niggas was hungry
Their stomachs was rumbling
Out comes the gun again
Pigs started running in
It happened all in Richmond HUH
Where them bullets be whistling HUH
My little cousin was murdered
And, shit I fucking miss him
But we gonna keep it pimping
Carry on his tradition we representing
You fucking haters, I hope you listening

Le: You've got the boys in the Village, man
Chilling on Griffin
During the day, but at night
It's dope dealing and killing

Lo: You've got the Crescent Park niggas
Down on Fleming
Niggas will snatch off your rims
If you come through spinning

Le: You've got the niggas in
The projects out in North
Where they fight in the street
Bare-knuckle like it's a sport

Lo: You've got the Seaside niggas
They be holding steel
Fuck around, there'll be rollin' ill

Le: You've got the Easter Hill
Boys, one way in, one way out
Run your mouth, they will knock you out

Lo: And there's a lot more niggas
In church than we could mention
Le: But no matter where
You stay, motherfucker, it's all Richmond

That's how it is in the RICH
Northside, Southside
That's all we get in the RICH
Seaside, Crescent Park
That's how we live in the RICH
Hillside, the Village
That's how we live in the RICH
My niggas all heart