Thousand Times Rich The Kid (Ft. Rockie Fresh & Stalley)

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
I got 8 chains on, 6 rings on, feel like Jordan

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I done fucked it up and made it back 1000 times
Niggas hated on my struggle, I stayed on my grind
Tried to block me, tried to stop me, you can’t stop my shine
Got to hustle off the muscle and take care of mine
I done fucked it up and made it back 1000 times
Niggas hated on my struggle, tryna stop my shine
Got to hustle off the muscle and take care of mine
I done fucked it up and made it back 1000 times

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I done fucked up a sack, had to make it back
Had to hit a juug, hit licks in all black
The struggle, the struggle, the struggle
I got to go get it in bundles
Ain’t nobody give me shit, bitch I had to juug
I done ran up a sack, now my family good
The haters see me on top, I’m grinding, they wish I would stop
I’m tipping the strippers, the hundred, the fifty, the twenties
I get to the money
The kitchen, I’m cooking and whipping and flipping
The bricks I serve in a dummy
Our money Gianni Versace, the Gucci, the Louis, the Fendi
I’m trapping and eating at Bennys
You broke, you eating at Wendys
I done fucked my [?] up like 1000 times
If it ain’t guala than please don’t waste my time
Trapping, it turned into rapping
I don’t even know how it happened
Vacations across the world
I’m cooling, I’m chilling, relaxing