[Verse 1] I hate rich niggas goddammit Cause I ain’t never had a lot dammit Who you had to kill Who you had to rob Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit. Or maybe that’s daddy money Escalator no ladder money Escalating new caddy money Worst fear going broke cause I’m bad with money. Crookest smile nigga momma never had the money damn I ain’t trippin’ A nigga Jordan I ain’t Pippen yeah Up the steps I ain’t slippin’ Tears blood sweat I ain’t crippled A song you can sing along with when you down so I let you know you ain’t alone shit When you momma ain’t at home cause she got a second job delivering pizzas you think she out there getting robbed Please God watch her I know how niggas do Half cracker but a nigga too. Talking all that shit ’bout your step-pops how he was a dog now look at you. I ain’t bad as that nigga plus dawg I’m a grown man now. I ain’t mad at that nigga. But if a plane crash and only it killed his lame ass I’d be glad as that nigga. Did caine dirty now it’s back to broke Refund check she used that to float. Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac On crack use that to cope. Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat could of drowned but I grabbed the rope.
[x2] Nigga who you x3 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Said,
[Hook: J. Cole x 2] You got what I want I got what you need How much for your soul Anna How much for your soul Anna
[Verse 2] I hate rich niggas goddammit Cause I ain’t never had a lot dammit Niggas can’t front on the flows you got But every fucking verse how much dough you got Homie, don’t quit now hear my shit and tried to switch now. Know you felt the shit just now Know you felt the shit just now Ain’t it more to you? Don’t it ever get boring to you? I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power Fuck it more to you So I threw you and it made me ashamed that I played the game Not for more money like Damon Wayons Wanted the respect but it came with fame I just wanted love but it just ain’t the same I took a train down memory lane and watching little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name It's like Sony signed Basquiat He gave it all he got now the nigga don’t paint the same. I guess he can’t complain All the money that be raining in Spend a hundred thou for the chain again Thinking old school niggas like Dana Dane Probably kill for another claim to fame My brain the same Yeah nigga at least he ain’t insane x2 You ain’t crazy motherfucker you just afraid of change. That’s new Maybe that’s true But listen here I got a bigger fear Of one day that I become you. And I become lost and I become heartless And numb from all the Ménages Just one bitch don’t feel the same no more And Henny don’t really kill the pain no more Now I’m Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain cause I can’t maintain no more. Tad bit extreme I know. Money can’t save your soul. But there go you
There go you There go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew And nigga who you x 3 Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
[Hook] You got what I want I got what you need How much for your soul Anna How much for your soul Anna
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