Rich Boy Blues Video (MV)

Yeah
As kids, we would daydream, ching ching, ballin', Spalding, Rawlings
My dog speed off in a Range Ro', made me feel important
Talkin' shit on the clique, that's your f*ckin' coffin
Don't make me make your main bitch make me go all in
Oh, hear them big face Benji's callin', momma callin'
Gotta make it back home either way 'cause
She been waitin', losin' her patience
Suburbia might just murder me 'fore I turn 18
Out here duckin' Satan
Wrote this shit on the kitchen table like a goodbye
Shawty purse from Italy, pussy from Mumbai
Always blamin' me but I'm a good guy
You'll see in time, in the meantime, you're right
You're right
You're right
You're right
This that glue, for my dogs, for my crew
Stuck to the hood, Ku Klux, listen to my rich boy blues
Young boy wish he blew up like the Michelin Man
F*cked up I did it again, how many drugs can we fit in the van
Some days I feel like Boosie, puffin' a loosie
The bars got realer the day I quit f*ckin' wit that looseleaf
Do this shit however you wanna do it, just don't do it loosely
They can't move me, they can't teach me, they can't rule me
And I been around the world, everyone seems the same to me
Same problems, same old dreams, same zombie, same routine
Same car in the same lot, I'm the same boy you knew
I don't need no daps, you better stand up, salute, yeah
Wrote this shit on the kitchen table like a goodbye
Shawty purse from Italy, pussy from Mumbai
Always blamin' me but I'm a good guy
You'll see in time, in the meantime, you're right
You're right
You're right
You're right