The Rich & Poor

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    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

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    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

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