I Guess I'm hard to ignore Cause my life's recorded Futon on the floor Trying make this music shit orbit Just got off tour No more saying that I can't afford shit I never brag, let me brag Never will we forfeit I'm a self-admitted narcissistic Optimistic, but you fuckers got me livid Allergic to all your gimmicks I speak that realness, images that's often vivid I know she gon' feel this, I approach her; she soft & timid She knows my old shit, Guessing she's a huge fan Thought I wouldn't notice, I'm a make her cream like Wu-Clan She like my raspy raps, that means that ass be tapped Don't just hit and quit, I'm a gentleman I pay for the taxi back Back When I had my back against the wall When I had to jump through rings on fire So you fucks would take Jay's calls (and) It's whack now how you slob up on my balls Probably heard I was working with them Googled me, Watched Feel Tall... In fact, this hasn't even gon' to printing You got the exclusive breaking news: Fucker this is the beginning Tomorrow ain't promised Trying to rewrite my ending TIl I'm in it, six feet diggin Far from finished, know I'm grinning yeah I was more hand-me-down, then stuck up It all comes back around, when the bucks up I was more overdue, than over you Time heals wounds No matter what you're going through Ooooooooooooooooooooooh I never was a rich kid But best believe that I'm dying one I never was a rich kid But best believe I'm dying one Everywhere I go they say I look so damn familiar Grew up on the Roc, But Chris & Cam keep trying to put me on Dilla They say stop, Cause I keep smoking all my cigarettes down to the filter Been through a lot, If you don't do that shit Life's a bitch she will kill ya Stuck in that first apartment Locked in a prison... I was so broke Didn't know where my heart went Bank account: all I see is 0's My mom kept arguin' Wishing that I got my Diplome But fuck that shit I wanna get rich See This story got old so... For years it's been written... See I came from slim pickens Now all these hoes they been smitten From all the flows I've been spittin' Funny now people wanna act different Rumor has it we first class trippin' I lay this down, they take my sound Let me call it now, they adlibbin' How you feelin'? Under that ceiling Over your head, gon crush the whole building' View from here probably look a bit different When you know your shit comes from the heart, that's the realest... Never shot a gun, never was dealer Fuck that whack shit, mixtape filler Build an empire, start with a pillar Now I'm on fire, so far from the cellar... I was more hand-me-down, then stuck up It all comes back around, when the bucks up I was more overdue, than over you Time heals wounds No matter what you're going through Ooooooooooooooooooooooh I'm dying one... I'm dying one... I'm dying one...

Rich Kid Jay.Keyz I don't know what you see in me But your love tastes like ecstasy And I'm high off you Though this loves surreal I can feel my heart Changing into something better then it is Whoa Though I'm still poor your love just rains on me Even I'm broke still rich from your love you see Even if I don't have all the things I want in the world All that I need Is you I hope all the things that you feel Is for certain Cause my heart is for the taken That's all I'm sayin' I've been praying for you (Praying for a girl who loves to eat & sleep & Watch TV next to me yah) The simple things that lovers do Though I'm still poor your love just rains on me Even I'm broke still rich from your love you see Even if I don't have all the things I want in the world All that I need Is you Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa I'm just a Rich Kid I'm just a Rich Kid from your loving Yah, Yah, Yah I'm just a Rich Kid I'm just a Rich Kid from your loving Yah, Yah, Yah Though I'm still poor your love just rains on me Even I'm broke still rich from your love you see Even if I don't have all the things I want in the world All that I need Is you Though I'm still poor your love just rains on me Even I'm broke still rich from your love you see Even if I don't have all the things I want in the world All that I need Is you

I'm havin' dumb money Ayy We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?) Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing) Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks) Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin') 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again) Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em) Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em) Off-White with the Gucci, I might mix-match (I might mix-match) When I fuck her, you can get your bitch back (Get your bitch back) What the hell she was thinking? I can't kiss that (Why the hell?) Why she ask me where the hell I got my wrist at? (Got my wrist at) Why the hell a hundred-thousand in my backpack? (In my backpack) Why these bitches think that we can come in contact? (Come in contact) This is my drank, this ain't cognac (This ain't cognac) You ain't get a milli, why you sign that? (Why you sign that?) She wanna fuck, I decline that (Decline) Look at my bitch, she a dimebag (Bitch!) Look at my pinky, it's a waterslide (It's a waterslide) Rich Forever, come and see the money side (Rich, rich) We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?) Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing) Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks) Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin') 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again) Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em) Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em) I flip the money, got my check up (Got my check up) I'm flexing up, but I'm no wrestler (Flex) Blue cheese pockets got the extras (The extras) I stack the money up like Tetris (Tetris) How I got two-fifty from my neck up? (Neck up, ice) How I made it from the hood to a Bent truck? (Skrr skrr) Bitches wanna fuck, I got them lined up (Lined up) How you with the gang but you ain't signed up? (You ain't signed up) Pull out my dick, tell her kiss that (Kiss that) She just want a nigga with a big sack (With a big sack) Pull out the choppa, we in combat (Yaaaaat) Touchdown on the plug like a lineback (Rich) We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?) Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing) Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks) Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin') 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again) Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em) Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em)

The rich kids got the money The rich kids play the stars Walk around in fancy clothes And drive them flashy cars The rich girls get the jewelery The rich boys get the girls Playin' "Mr. Romeo" They think they own the world Breakdown you can lose control They don't think nothin' of you Not unless you're a rich kid too Rich kid - I wanna be a rich kid too Rich kid - I wanna be a rich like you I ain't got no money - and I ain't got a home I hang around the parking lot when all the cars are gone I don't read the papers - the news is all the same Tell you it's a rich man's world - And you play the rich man's game Come 'round to the judgement day there won't be nothin' for you Not unless you're a rich kid too You're a rich kid too Rich kid - I wanna be a rich kid too Rich kid - I wanna be a rich like you Don't care what price I pay I ain't got nothin' to lose I wanna be rich like you I won't be shot down when I get my way I won't be comin' to you Cause I'll be a rich kid too Rich kid - I wanna be a rich kid too Rich kid - I wanna be a rich like you...

If you call me I'll come running And you can call me anytime These sixteen strings we're strumming They will back up every line, every line, every line Yeah Get me back on my feet G-g-get me back on my feet, on my feet If you call me I'll come running And you can call me anytime And these sixteen strings we're strumming They will back up every line There's a motivation about you That moves me when we're apart It agitates my affections And it wants to break my heart Help me, stranger Help me get it off my mind Get me back on my feet Brother, can you spare the time? Help me, stranger Help me get it off my mind Get me back on my feet Brother, can you spare the time? It's not essential that I feel you But it's a sensitive device I'm reverential when I hear you I genuflect to your advice Well, I wish I had the words And I want those words to rhyme And I wish I had the nerve 'Cause I sure don't have the time Help me, stranger Help me get it off my mind Get me back on my feet Brother, can you spare the time? Help me, stranger Help me get it off my mind Get me back on my feet Brother, can you spare the time? (Yeah) Brother can you spare the time? (Baby can you spare the time?) Brother can you spare the time? Brother can you spare the time?

My baby's on the level I try to read her mind She's on the straight and narrow I'm guessing all the time But I can't see the road If I'm looking at the signs I'm carrying a load And stepping out of line My baby's on the level (my baby's on the level) I try to read her mind (I try to read her mind) She's on the straight and narrow (she's on the straight and narrow) I'm guessing all the time (and I'm guessing all the time) Oh, well, how can I see the road (how can I see the road) If I'm looking at the signs? (If I'm looking at the signs?) I'm carrying a load (I'm carrying a load) And stepping out of line...

Only child, only son Treated like a criminal ever since day one Only child, where do you go And are you coming back again cause no one wants to know Only child, one of these days Someone's gonna come around and try to make you change Only child, sensitive soul You see the beauty in everything without ever being told And I thought about leaving you once or twice Leaving it all behind and never think twice Somewhere far away on a beach sounds nice Nothing on my mind, nothing on my mind Only child, the prodigal son Has come back home again to get his laundry done I thought about leaving here once or twice Leaving it all behind and never think twice Somewhere far away on a beach sounds nice Nothing on my mind, nothing on my mind

I'm not sure if there's a point to this story But I'm going to tell it again So many other people try to tell the tale Not one of them knows the end It was a junk-house in South Carolina Held a boy the age of ten Along with his older brother Billy And their mother and her boyfriend Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos That were given to him when he was young And a drunk temper that was easy to lose And thank God he didn't own a gun Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck Took a minute to open his eyes He took a peep into the back of the house And found himself a big surprise He didn't see his brother, but there was his mother With her red-headed head in her hands While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest Trying to choke the man Billy looked up from the window to the truck Threw up, and had to struggle to stand He saw that rednecked bastard with a hammer Turn the priest into a shell of a man The priest was putting up the fight of his life But he was old and he was bound to lose The boyfriend hit as hard as he could And knocked the priest right down to his shoes Well, now Billy knew but never actually met The preacher lying there in the room He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy!" Then he knew what he was gonna do Billy got up enough courage to get up And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find It was a cold, glass bottle of milk That got delivered every morning at nine Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and He turned around and put the lock on the door He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then He took a step toward the man on the ground From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!" And Billy said, "Not 'til I know what this is all about!" "Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama" But Billy knew just who was starting the drama So Billy took dead aim at his face And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the Boyfriend fell down dead for good Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?" His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and Pulled out an envelope filled with money "Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears "He's been paying all the bills for years!" "Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees And put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee!" Just then, his little brother came in Holding the milkman's hat and a bottle of gin, singing La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... Well now you heard another side to the story But you wanna know how it ends? If you must know the truth about the tale Go and ask the milkman

Down upon your hands and knees Underneath the poplar trees Digging through the sticks and stones Looking for store bought bones Waiting on the rising sun Clutching at your holstered gun Praying on a shooting star That I can be wherever you are ... Looking through a telescope Maybe there's a sign of hope Leaving everything behind Stirring a store bought mind Sitting at the edge of the seat Wishing you were here by me Sifting through the mud and the bricks Looking for a store bought fix ... You can't buy what you can't find What you can't buy, what you find What you can't buy, what you can You can't buy what you can't find, what you can You can't buy what you can't find, what you can Buy what you find, what you can't find, what you can You can't buy what you can't find, what you can You can't buy what you can't find, what you can

Your blue veins When I was surrounded by the world You were the only one who came And you were the only one astounded Which kept me grounded As the other girls thrashed my very name Then I looked over just in time To see her smiling back at me And saying everything's okay As long as you're inside my blue veins Your blue veins Yeah, and the feeling that you gave me No matter what I do or where I go It always will remain And those who would enslave me To get to me, must get past you and will have no luck 'Cause you'll protect me from all pain It's true, you know what The most beautiful Yeah, the most beautiful thing 'Cause anything else can't compare Must be the blood that's running through your blue veins Your blue veins Think it's gonna rain Your blue veins And I know you won't deceive me Like the rest, and there's nothing you need to explain You're always the first one to believe me When I say to you, "Girl, I think it's gonna rain" But I could be wrong Yeah, but all of these things All these things, they're all truly nice But it ain't nothing, that ain't nothing compared to the love That's running through your little blue veins Your blue veins