[Intro: Saba]
If I had a dollar every time I failed, I'd be a rich nigga
Money that don't mean wealth, that just mean rich, nigga
Look at that soul on sale, make you rich nigga
Dollar all the time I fail
Take a loss, take a win, take a breath
Take it in, take your time
Take a loss, take a win, take a breath
Take it in, take your time
[Chorus: Saba]
If I had a dollar all the times I failed, I'd be a rich nigga
Money that don't mean wealth, that just mean rich, nigga
Look at that soul on sale, make you rich nigga
Dollar every time I failed
Take a loss, take a win, take a breath
Take it in, take your time
Take a loss, take a win, take a breath
Take it in, take your time
[Verse 1: Saba]
Readin' the words of a few good men
Childhood ways take the food out ya hand
Long live the gang, got the crew down a man
Microscopes to the moves that you made
Enough labor without fruit
Hop up out the bitch, I'm Biggie Smalls, give me the loot
They passed you the ball, and you caused them to lose
It was all on you
I can't even count all the shots I missed
That Nick Anderson, you'll be scared to shoot
But I can't call it, it is what it is
Broke niggas love to break shit as a kid
If I had a dollar every time I did fail
Nigga, I'd be rich (Rich, rich)
[Chorus: Saba]
If I had a dollar every time I failed, I'd be a rich nigga (Let's go)
Money that don't mean wealth, that just mean rich, nigga (Let's go)
Look at that soul on sale, make you rich nigga (Let's go)
Dollar all the time I failed
If I had a dollar all the times I failed, I'd be a rich nigga
Money that don't mean wealth, that just mean rich, nigga
Look at that soul on sale, make you rich nigga
Dollar every time I failed
Take a loss, take a win, take a breath
Take it in, take your time
Take a loss, take a win, take a breath
Take it in, take your time
[Verse 2: Benjamin Earl Turner]
Ayy, still with the gang I had learned to get bands with
Remember when we played our records, the record executives pressing skip
Guess it's just they couldn't download the messages
Niggas just ain't have the bandwidth, damn them
If I had a dollar every time I failed, I could pay a rich nigga ransom
I could pay and make this the national anthem
I had all these bags like a Badu ballad
Now we makin' bags off the word salad
Had to master patience, like I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Had all them Ls that my brain turned to a purple haze
And the future days lookin' hella clouded
Fail like an angel God doubted
Prevailing against any odd, count it
I'm rich, rich
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