For Mine Dave East & Cruch Calhoun

[Intro: Cruch Calhoun]
Rich
Rich niggas, poor niggas
Rich niggas, broke niggas
Upper class, poor niggas
Uh

[Chorus: Cruch Calhoun]
Rich niggas, poor niggas
Big clout, broke niggas
Dope dealers, coke sniffers
Still living with no hope niggas
Real niggas, ho niggas
Might have broke the law but still, followed by the cold niggas
Ones that never told, this for them, silence is made of gold niggas
Stood on ten toes niggas
They came home ain't get in no trouble, got off parole niggas
"My baby need me, so I gotta make it back home" niggas
And the wrong decisions'll have you wrapped up with the wrong niggas

[Verse 1: Cruch Calhoun]
The right decisions, how you right where you belong, nigga?
Be a wack nigga
Just be yourself, don't try to be like all these rap niggas
Half the time that shit ain't even that niggas
This for my—
Get taken out your comfort zone, but still adapt niggas
Turn anything in the world into a trap niggas
This for the—
Ones that make it happen, feel like the world on my back niggas
The ones that keep it street, they don't at niggas
This for the—
Ones that played the streets, but got some time niggas
Then realize this shit different, went and got a job niggas
This for my live niggas, still outside niggas
To all my Crip niggas, Blood niggas, gangster niggas (Derrickonthebeat), thug niggas