Testo Rags 2 Riches - YSN Fab
Testo della canzone Rags 2 Riches (YSN Fab), tratta dall'album Made 4 More 2
Don't mind me just mindin' my business
Pockets gettin' deep gotta brand new wish list
Way it poke out my shirt got me lookin' suspicious
I got me a real one don't need any bitches
If they fuck with my bread they gon' leave with sum stitches
Broke niggas like Covid I'm keepin' my distance
When you gettin' success they start movin' malicious
I came, from rags to riches, yea
My pain, came from wrong decisions, yea
Got it straight out the mud wit some muscle, I move with a muscle
I'm new and improved shoulda knew not to trust you
I'm losing my cool when a fool tryna tussle
I'm walking through got my shoes in a puddle
Ain't satisfied yet gotta make this shit double
My city a jungle got lions and bears
All eyes on me and I'm highly aware
In a class of my own this not time to compare
They don't know about the city that I'm from
The struggles I faced in a place like the slums
Found me a way to escape had to jump
I took a leap of faith they took a lunge
I be dickin' her down while you pay for her lunch
Countin' me out now it's numbers I crunch
Man of the year make a mill in a month
I can tell that he broke he been talkin' too much
Don't mind me just mindin' my business
Pockets gettin' deep gotta brand new wish list
Way it poke out my shirt got me lookin' suspicious
I got me a real one don't need any bitches
If they fuck with my bread they gon' leave with sum stitches
Broke niggas like Covid I'm keepin' my distance
When you gettin' success they start movin' malicious
I came, from rags to riches, yea
My pain, came from wrong decisions, yea
Young and naive with a tatt on his sleeve
He just happy to breath 'cause he know in this life
God could put you to sleep
Couple racks on me at least
My credit bad I couldn't lease
100k is an amateur week
I been stackin' my chips I ain't gamble in weeks
I'm goin' hard for the streets
I was wrapping up work now I'm rapping on beats
Yea I brought platinum plaques back to my city
Is you smart or you loyal I don't care if you pretty
Niggas tried to sign my life away and they tried to play that off
Yea niggas hatin' 'cause they know I'm poppin'
Name rang chains hang flossin'
Do what I want I ain't weighin' the options
Before I'm done I'mma be in your top ten
Don't mind me just mindin' my business
Pockets gettin' deep gotta brand new wish list
Way it poke out my shirt got me lookin' suspicious
I got me a real one don't need any bitches
If they fuck with my bread they gon' leave with sum stitches
Broke niggas like Covid I'm keepin' my distance
When you gettin' success they start movin' malicious
I came, from rags to riches, yea
My pain, came from wrong decisions, yea
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Writer(s): David Kim, Jamiah Brown, Eli Haire
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