Rich Man (feat. Mad Son & Big Jess)

He started on the ground, but he held his head tall

Cause dreams never lie, he knew he could have it all

He started with a big plan

And now he is a rich man

I know we're only on the ground but I hold my head tall

If you stay by my side, then baby you'll have it all

Got nothin' but a big plan

But soon I'll be a rich man

Mad Son:

He just got his B.A., now life's movin' fast like a freeway

Savin' for a home, college loans he gotta repay

On the grind, overtime, every weekday

Weekends fly by, Monday, it's a replay

Out of town trip with the boss for some business

Million dollar deals, not believin' what he's witnessed

Just then he spotted honey from a distance

Pretty young thing rockin' jewels like a princess

Flirtatious eyes, smilin,' comin' closer

Boss stands up, tells him, "Son, move over"

Kiss on the cheek, he takes her coat off her shoulder

She loves the finer things, don't matter if the men are older

Just another woman that was way out of his league

Made a promise to himself to work harder and succeed

Condo on the beach, Movado on the sleeve

One day he'd have that woman of his dreams

Big Jess:

He was a smart and successful, hard-working Wall Street banker

In his mid-thirties, six-figure paystub

Not exactly rich but living well enough to take a

Vacation whenever, spend a weekend in Jamaica

Loves talkin' business while sippin' on a cocktail

Confidence is through the roof, he feels like he cannot fail

Surrounds himself with the prettiest of women

But despite his position, they don't pay him much attention

He's got boats but they want yachts and the finer things

He always flies first-class but they want the private planes

He's got a pretty fancy, fully-loaded Maserati

But they ain't ridin' for long unless it's a Bugatti

It's not like he doesn't get any play

But the fact he's not rich always gets in the way

So he's determined to increase the income that he's earnin'

Cause that's the only way he'll get 'em to stay

Kinetics:

He worked in a sweatshop, in a ghetto in Brazil

A neighborhood where one wrong look could get you killed

And if you didn't steal, you survived on minimum wage

You lived in a cage, and ate the same dinner for days

But hey, he counted his blessings and he made an honest earning, see

Made a promise to his wife that he honored earnestly

Told her he would always give her everything she needs

And always be a loving father to their unborn seed

But when she went into labor he sat around nearby

But couldn't help to hear the sirens in the streets outside

And thought of robberies and poverty and high pollution

Kids who never got to be college students, locked into prostitution

Parents with early fates, sent the Pearly Gates

A kid with a dirty face, with clips and a .38

The things he saw would leave the average man traumatized

But they didn't matter when he looked into his daughter's eyes

He was the proudest dad

And had a woman that would love him for the man that he was, and not the things that he had

I guess what matters most

He had it all when he held his wife and daughter close...the richest man