Lyrics

[Chorus] Rich or poor, dead or jail, guess there's four options More Manny, more problems Rich or poor, remember tryna take bricks on tour And make them young G's shit on floors No access, gotta kick in doors Never had a pot to piss in, I was pissing poor They think I've found a cure, now they listen more They think I'm rich but they don't know that my heart's broke Some days I can't cope [Verse 1] I'm pushing light, it's a dark road But I was ghost for a second Shit, I started feeling close to depression I started overthinking everything Down to the clothes that I'm repping But I was happy in jail when the packs landеd over the netting I'm whipping O's ovеr the stove and let it rock in sixty seconds I lost food and had to smile at my efforts, I hit the block like Tetris Build an empire and I got spots like leopard They say birds of a feather all flock together But my dargs want me locked forever Used to think that I'll rob forever, hit the block forever Let's not be clever, let's be as smart as we can Let's go halves on a van and grab the gardener man Now I got the whole game in the palm of my hands Used to hit the M-way and go as far as I can Suttin sharp in my pants I need M's but I went and took a half in advance [Chorus] Rich or poor, dead or jail, guess there's four options More Manny, more problems Rich or poor, remember tryna take bricks on tour And make them young G's shit on floors No access, gotta kick in doors Never had a pot to piss in, I was pissing poor They think I've found a cure, now they listen more They think I'm rich but they don't know that my heart's broke Some days I can't cope [Verse 2] I get to grinding right now, I got muscle memory Plugs see me in the flesh and be like "Yo what you telling me?" Ammonia with a splash of Wray Nephew, that's the remedy Got my crack tasting like jealousy, bitter and sweet That ain't my gyal, that's my bitch for the week They wanna kick with the team and get lit with the G's Me and L in S, hitting the schemes Man I'm missing the fiends I got new bands but I could never be a different Meekz Shit I did for the queens, used to think I'd get rich at eighteen That's some shit that I didn't achieve Cah I was in jail, I'd watch a man's skin pale Laugh about it while I inhale then exhale, hit a next sale Laugh about it while I inhale then exhale, hit a next sale [Chorus] Rich or poor, dead or jail, guess there's four options More Manny, more problems Rich or poor, remember tryna take bricks on tour And make them young G's shit on floors No access, gotta kick in doors Never had a pot to piss in, I was pissing poor They think I've found a cure, now they listen more They think I'm rich but they don't know that my heart's broke Some days I can't cope