
Came From Nothin’ Rich The Kid (Ft. Young Thug)
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[Intro: Young Thug]
Uh, uh
Migo, YSL shit nigga
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Young nigga came from nothing, got it out the gutter
Had to go and get it, tired of bread and butter
Was raised in the streets, I barely seen my mother
Young nigga came from nothing, got it out the gutter
I been in and out of jail, you barely know my struggles
I been juuging round the city, flexing with no muscle
Young nigga came from nothing, all I know is hustle
Got to get that guala, nigga bout my fucking hundo
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Young rich nigga came from the very bottom
I ain’t have no choice, all I knew was robbing
Bitch nigga I ain’t finna starve
Had to rob, I ain’t have no job
I’m sinning, I’m winning
I’m asking the lord for forgiveness
Juuging, finessing, I’m Christian
Diamond on my neck like polar
The struggle, the struggle is over
You a broke ass nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
Pull up in the drop top rolling
Feels good to be rich
Now I’m fucking your bitch
And I’m switching up whips
QC the label, got money on the table
Plugged in the city like cable, gone
Uh, uh
Migo, YSL shit nigga
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Young nigga came from nothing, got it out the gutter
Had to go and get it, tired of bread and butter
Was raised in the streets, I barely seen my mother
Young nigga came from nothing, got it out the gutter
I been in and out of jail, you barely know my struggles
I been juuging round the city, flexing with no muscle
Young nigga came from nothing, all I know is hustle
Got to get that guala, nigga bout my fucking hundo
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Young rich nigga came from the very bottom
I ain’t have no choice, all I knew was robbing
Bitch nigga I ain’t finna starve
Had to rob, I ain’t have no job
I’m sinning, I’m winning
I’m asking the lord for forgiveness
Juuging, finessing, I’m Christian
Diamond on my neck like polar
The struggle, the struggle is over
You a broke ass nigga, I’m a young rich nigga
Pull up in the drop top rolling
Feels good to be rich
Now I’m fucking your bitch
And I’m switching up whips
QC the label, got money on the table
Plugged in the city like cable, gone
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