Brvndon - RICHARD PRYOR Lyrics

Aye thank God I learned my...lesson
Caught a...blessin
I ain't...stressin
Cuz at least I know I'm winnin
Ain't no...flexin
Apply that...pressure
Never...let up
Cuz either way I bet they feel it

Aye I got cash, I got class, I got credit
I hope they feel indebted when they copy my aesthetic
I'm quiet but I pop out on the scene
And lower they self esteem
When the peepin how I do it with no effort
Niggas want the shit that I got
They schemin and they plottin
On God I ain't never back door a nigga for my spot
And this is why I'm hot (hot hot)
Yeah I'm cool but bitch I'm fire
Richard Pryor
Think it's funny till I carry like Mariah
Do my dance on dat hoe
Dont drop names, drop a hit
I know you used to them lil fashion rappin fags
But that ain't this
I see niggas tryna tweak
And I done seen em come & go
So if a nigga think it's sweet
I'm in that Apple pie la mode

Aye thank God I learned my...lesson
Caught a...blessin
I ain't...stressin
Cuz at least I know I'm winnin
Ain't no...flexin
Apply that...pressure
Never...let up
Cuz either way I bet they feel it
Aye thank God I learned my...lesson
Caught a...blessin
I ain't...stressin
Cuz at least I know I'm winnin
Ain't no...flexin
Apply that...pressure
Never...let up
Cuz either way I bet they feel it