Rich Niggaz (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole/Michael Giffts/Deborah Anderson/Fabrice Dumont/Stephan Haeri/Christophe Hetier

Composed by：Jermaine Cole/Michael Giffts/Deborah Anderson/Fabrice Dumont/Stephan Haeri/Christophe Hetier

Arranged by：Ron Gilmore

Produced by：J. Cole/J. Cole/Ken Lewis

I hate rich n***as goddammit

Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit

Who you had to kill

Who you had to rob

Who you had to f**k just

To make it to the top dammit.

Or maybe that's daddy money

Escalator no ladder money

Escalating new caddy money

Worst fear going broke

Cause I'm bad with money.

Crookest smile n***a momma

Never had the money d**n

I ain't trippin' a n***a Jordan

I ain't Pippen yeah

Up the steps I ain't slippin'

Tears blood sweat I ain't crippin,

Pierce

A song you can sing along with

When you down

So I let you know you ain't alone s**t

When your momma ain't at home

Cause she got a second job

Delivering pizzas you think she out there getting robbed

Please God watch her I know how n***as do

Half cracker but a n***a too

Talking all that s**t 'bout your step-pops

How he was a dog now look at you

I ain't bad as that n***a plus dawg

I'm a grown man now

I ain't mad at that n***a

But if a plane crash and only it killed his lame a*s

I'd be glad its that n***a

Did Kate dirty now it's back to broke

Refund check she used that to float.

Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac

On crack use that to cope.

Make a n***a smoke a whole sack of d**e

Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope

Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat could of drowned

But I grabbed the rope

There go you

There go you

There go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

There go you

There go you

There go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

You got what I want

I got what you need

How much for your soul and uh

How much for your soul and uh

You got what I want

I got what you need

How much for your soul and uh

How much for your soul and uh

I hate rich n***as goddammit

Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit

N***as can't front on the flows you got

But every f**king verse

How much dough you got

Homie, don't quit now

Hear my s**t and tried to switch now.

Know you felt the s**t just now

Know you felt the s**t just now

Ain't it more to you

Don't it ever get boring to you

I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power

F**k it more to you

So I threw you

And it made me ashamed

That I played the game

Not for more money

Like Damon Wayons

Wanted the respect

But it came with fame

I just wanted love but it just ain't the same

I took a train down memory lane

And watching little Jermaine do his thang

Before he made a name

It's like Basquiat

He gave it all he got now

The n***a don't paint the same.

I guess he can't complain

All the money that be raining in

Spend a hundred thou for the chain again

Thinking old school n***as like Dana Dane

Probably kill for another claim to fame

My brain the same, yeah n***a

At least he ain't insane

At least he ain't insane

You ain't crazy motherf**ker

You just afraid of change.

That's new, maybe that's true

But listen here I got a bigger fear

Of one day that I become you.

And I become lost and I become heartless

And numb from all the Ménages

Just one b***h don't feel the same no more

And Henny don't really kill the pain no more

Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain

Cause I can't maintain no more.

Tad bit extreme I know.

Money can't save your soul.

But there go you

There go you

There go you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

And n***a who you

And n***a who you

And n***a who you

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

You got what I want

I got what you need

How much for your soul and uh

How much for your soul and uh

You got what I want

I got what you need

How much for your soul and uh

How much for your soul and uh