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rich got me poor - macckmartin lyrics

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the rich got me poor and the poor got me rich
look at the masses they all ridin’ d*ck
some of them cappin, some of them sick
all of em average, all of them b*tch
i walk in the p*ssy and all of it mushy
ain’t needing no toys, ain’t no needing you woody
seeing no tits, being too pushy
but she eat my d*ck like a muhf*ckin cookie
my money be ryzen, she callin it amd
the news be suprising, she watching a bbc
after the sesh, there ain’t no more leaving me
watching it back, through all the cctv
teacher told me that i’m in the wrong lane
now he say he be sorry i doubted your fame
and i’m sorry that i ever said it in vein
so i pull out a stack, he remembered my name
to be honest, that was never said
guess i made it up, guess i be capping
cause none of my teachers said i wouldn’t make it
if i could just stick with the rapping
so guess what i did, i stuck with the rap
and did what i did , i made it a fact
i got one wish, yeah that little wish is to end up on somebody’s spotify wrapped
let me speak my mind when i speak it at random
need me a gyal, like samantha manson
maybe like ember, she call me handsome
she like my music, call me danny anthem
listen to drake, needing no guidance
she riding me, without a license
solve it with words, solve it with violence
roses are red, that p*ssy be violet
she begging me, she wanna ride it
she feeling me, i cannot hide it
grabbing my d, i cannot fight it
rubbing the c, she ain’t keeping quiet
ain’t talking no bullsh*t, i’m giving a lecture
if this is a movie, then i’m a director
she loving me, cause i’m a protecter
in my own lane, in my own sector
don’t wanna diamond piece, if imma die alone
don’t need a dial up, 5g on a f*cking phone
tickets to paris, but staying at home alone
mandem are down, like we adding a chromosome
grazing the cattle when standing in pasture
nervous as f*ck when i look at the posture
guaranteed these bars will fly past ya
cheffing up strings, how i’m cooking up pasta
pushing the white as they calling me walter
calling a meeting to vote out imposter
d*ck looking funny, i call up a doctor
luckily he didn’t know that i got it from one of his daughters
didn’t know that it would get me this far
shoot for the moon, i shoot for the stars
r.i.p. pop, they be shooting at stars
really paid for a spa just to write about it and put it in a f*cking song as a bar
but i switch it up, real as f*ck, number one, silly really be raising the bar
(woosh)

- macckmartin lyrics

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