The Rich & Poor

avias seay 2012 The Rich & Poor

intro:

Rich

Poor

verse1:

my mother was a single parent so i was born into these streets

hustling hard for the paper, hustling hard just to eat

life always at a stand still everyday is just repeat

20 dollars worth in bags printed on the grocery receipt

and so late nights i creep into they shed because im a loaner

if i dont steal they lawn equipment then im gone be a goner

stomach touching my back feel like im gonna die from this hunger

hope my lottery tickets a winner, this just cant be any longer

sunrise my niggas hit me up told me to go meet my boy

all seven of us grew up in the same neighborhood soil

we always play a couple card games but we dont play with toys

hard, bout dat life niggaz like a scene from baby boy

through the years been a couple shoot outs like boys from the hood

couple tina relationships cause that nigga was no good

used to stand in dark hallways at the age of three

and watch my momma take blows from a man that was so mean

sneakers on telephone wires, marijuana take you higher

22's on the lac, and watch the snitches cause they liars

ma bout to hit the candy lady because she spiked our scrapers

at night my deepest dreams is moving up to something greater

chorus: (4x's)

its a thin line between poverty and wealth

go rights the road to riches

go lefts the road to death

verse2:

parents been together, all of my life

got everything, no matter what price

might be dark on your end but over here is light

always had it good, no need to fight

and so thats why im laying out on the deck in costa rica

because my father owns a law firm and my mothers a sweeper

was left a large lump sum from the lady to whom she was keeper

dont want to sound too boastful but i got to go in deeper

im in this bmw about to go to harvard college

some might call me too stuck up, others call me garbage

ego so high it stanks just like donald trump just farted

and if yo bank account aint full then you shall be departing

from fancy cocktails,wealthy gatherings with the high and known

so much money talking thousands that will have your head blown

everyday dinner conversations on what you own

even tho im happy sometimes wish the money was gone

chorus: (4x's)

its a thin line between poverty and wealth

go rights the road to riches

go lefts the road to death