Rich Kids

Album cover art for "Rich Kids" by DOM KENNEDY

DOM KENNEDY - Rap

Rich Kids

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Duration: 2:30

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[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, uh [Verse 1] I talk a lot of shit 'cause I can back it up (I can back it up) Four girls in the Porsche, I had 'em lappin' up (Uh) Everything real solid, on the up and up (On the up and up) If I let you in, keep it on the hush-hush (Hush) Everybody want a piece of Dom 'Til they see they can't get nothin' from me, and I'm only chasin' money I feel closer to God, and right now, He talkin' to me Sayin' they didn't wanna listen, me, I went the distance Box with myself and lock with myself Look in the mirror, these people can't help Gotta stay strong, believe in yourself, yеah, uh Think positive and get it back tenfold Nеver fold, it takes one to know one, that's the code Break the mold, give and go, rob the rich, feed the poor Get some more, stay dedicated, even when it's difficult Write your own movie, don't end up typecast Once you do some corny shit, ain't no comin' back (No comin' back) Once you do some goofy shit, ho, that's your ass Ain't no lovey-dovey here, you just gettin' smashed Just do it like Nike, that mean to the max I'm from the same city where them boys gettin' taxed (Taxed) I'm from the same city where they started bangin' that, dope slangin' that But to me, it's more than that Just do it like Nike, that mean to the max I'm from the same city where them boys gettin' taxed I'm from the same city where they first cooked crack Gangbang gap, but to me, it's way more than that [Chorus] Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint Then I'ma reinvent, come back with the remix You boys can't see the clique, nah, this ain't Aerosmith Who the fuck is Elvis? I'm Jerry out at Candlestick [Verse 2] I be gettin' plenty chicks and them chips, shellfish Steaks well done, two sides, call it elegance Smoke, I'm inhalin' it, checks, I be mailin' it These haters keep on tellin' it, these lames keep on sellin' it Caught it on the tail end, me? I don't ever bend I just get it in, another thirty-six-hour cleanse Damn, Louis Timbs, Forgi' rims, girls callin' in I want every one of them, let me tell you that again [Chorus] Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint Then I'ma reinvent, come back with the remix You boys can't see the clique, nah, this ain't Aerosmith Who the fuck is Elvis? Hold on Fuck your politics, I'm robbin' shit, figure out the blueprint Then I'ma reinvent, come back with the remix These boys can't see the clique, nah, this ain't Aerosmith Who the fuck is Elvis? Bitch

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  • DOM KENNEDY
  • Polyester the Saint