re4se - rich pain

No worries,
No security
Ball out on you hoes, no jersey
Lyin' bout a Benz,
Bitch, you get no Mercy
You a counterfeit,
So you just not worthy
No purchase,
You get no purses
Time was so worthless,
Spent on one person
All the venom, spit,
And spew in your words
Blood of a serpent,
This cannot hurt me
Ain't talkin' dollars,
It don't make no sense
Ain't talkin' dollars,
It don't make no sense
Such a long way
From the place that I came
I'm Still goin' through pain,
That it takes to be rich
Ain't talkin' dollars,
It don't make no sense
What's the worst to me
Tryna steal my heart like a burglary
We the same muhfuckas that disturb the peace
Hurry see,
Got a sense of urgency
Uh, now they shirts say RIP
Lookin' at the gravestone like a robbery
Aye mane, livin' like an odyssey
And I'm so spaced out that I'm hard to reach
Life is a bitch,
Don't forget to buy your bitch a gift
Or she might suck another nigga dick
Flirtin' with death like I got a death wish
And she take away my breath,
So she got a necklace
Knife in my back,
Why you so aggressive
Block the connection,
Did you get the message
Ain't no point lookin' back
When it was past tense
Ain't talkin' dollars,
It don't make no sense
Ain't talkin' dollars,
It don't make no sense
Ain't talkin' dollars,
It don't make no sense
Such a long way
From the place that I came
I'm Still goin' through pain,
That it takes to be rich
Ain't talkin' dollars,
It don't make no sense
Ain't talkin' dollars,
It don't make no sense
Ain't talkin' dollars,
It don't make no sense
Such a long way
From the place that I came
I'm Still goin' through pain,
That it takes to be rich
Ain't talkin' dollars,
It don't make no sense

Written by:
Rease Boyd

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