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dying rich. - malcolm jakob, reek & wiardon lyrics

[intro: malcolm jakob]
miami vice
all my fieldhand members
you know?
miami vice

[verse 1: malcolm jakob]
i’m sporting flavors in nikes
in different colors, some the same type
raven at night fly but swimming with the great whites dangerous
lights blind the brightest in this sh*t gang
just don’t get lost in the sauce & get your sh*t stained
grind, but if wealth is in the mind not the pocket, than i been paid
i don’t think i’m ever finna quit
man i really do this sh*t, i’m too committed tryna up the bar
till we looking like, future hendrix and thug up in a double r
f*cking far from all the tough and hard times
at times making change don’t even make sense
i trust my gut ain’t tryna spend another day
with me saving from them plasma donations tryna make rent
i’m building sp*ceships, and learning how to fly the sh*t
straight up out the nation, as i’m earnest stating my intent
just living long, business growing high as sh*t
n*ggas know man, it’s f*ck living broke, i’m dying rich, yeah

[hook: reek]
feeling like this one might hit
could lose it all you know we still die rich
i came from nothing on my home grown tip
i puts it up and n*ggas still die rich for real
yeah, and if you stand on this
this for my n*ggas get it and they die rich
life done seen a million plays, tough sh*t
paying all my dues, dawg i gotta die rich
[verse 2: reek]
move like the bag man, meticulous efforts to get my cash
have it for me on time cause otherwise that’s your spot
been a product of the city too long, i need a key
like them boys shipping work back home from overseas
no retreats on the war efforts n*ggas getting to it
hope that branching out is strong enough to save your lil movement
it’s up, put the blade in the tuck we going silent
kens5 live, a family affair that turned violent
called you n*ggas brothers, tried jody jo me ‘bout some guns & b*tter
gave me options, n*ggas mixed when i was picking other
ways to get it on my own cause i could see the play
like a crystal ball from madame zeroni, showed me phonies
only wanna see me wining for the clout and just to clone me
that’s that snakes in the grass sh*t, n*gga you f*cking a b*tch
money off of streams ain’t sh*t, i’m still dying rich
in spirit and person, i’m never hurt about the ladder it’s

- malcolm jakob reek wiardon lyrics

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