Rich Is Gangsta

[Produced by Black Metaphor]

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Y'all niggas know what this is

If you don't know

I'm finna break it down

[Verse 1]

I just upped my stock, fuck them cops

If you love hip-hop, bust them shots

Your man is priceless, if your man's loyal

Better give that man a raise or end up paying for it

If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay

No Adidas but I rock a brick a day

Talk about the jewels outta nigga reach

Nigga, please, so I came back with a bigger piece

You still smokin' weed on your car chase

I'm pullin' off the car lot screaming: "God’s great!"

Before the crib, you gotta clear the guard's gate

Elevators like Frank's on Scarface

New Presidential had that pavé

Like a G, I gave the Cartier to Wale

Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover

Told Warner Brothers that the game's over

[Interlude]

For me to move forward from here on I need 50

I ain't talking 50 Cent neither, nigga, haha

[Verse 2]

I came back a rich nigga

Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter

They want me face down on the pavement

Gang members claimin' I need to make a payment

It's hard for a young black executive

Can't you see we're all fucking relatives?

Relatively easy, we can go to war

Fuck it, we can go to war

Chasing me a hundred million, that's inshallah

Fresh up out the Feds system, welcome home Jabar

I watch him pray five times a day, nigga

Same one that used to moved the yay' nigga

AK's in his heyday, nigga

Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, nigga

Got the cubans, got the boats, got the zoes, nigga

Cocaine worth much more than gold, nigga

So what's your goals, nigga?

All my shit went gold, nigga

[Verse 3]

I remember smokin' mid grade

'Til I went and got my shit straight

I'm spittin' like this bitch a mixtape

'Til they seen a Ghost with a temp plate

Sittin' in the trap blowing thick smoke

Trafficking my dope with a thick ho

Feds tore apart the squad, nigga

That's why I had to play the part, nigga

That wasn't me, it was a job, nigga

It gets deeper, that was just a start, nigga

Screamin' in my sleep, I know the Lord hear me

Death to you fuckboys, on my 4th Bentley

[Outro]

Gangsta, nigga

Rich is gangsta, nigga

This is gangsta, nigga

Yeah, rich is gangsta, nigga

You know where we came from

Look where we at