Destined to win, get respect where i live
Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles
You ain't even call me on my birthday
You know we kick it like everyday
He died on my 16 birthday,
You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday
Richie rich, got a candle stick,
On trial for possession of some chronic
Now momma told me be careful who you love
Im da main man, so i got mad riches
My slight fo's just talk dirty
Your birthday and anniversary
Get money, dump the riches
All we need is convienient love
Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening
Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling
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