Rich Problems Dave East

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They think money answer every problem, you know?

[Verse 1]
I'm havin' rich nigga problems
Straitjacket crazy, might end up in that asylum
Think I'm always in a good mood, you see me smilin'
Little devil on my shoulder and he wildin'
Rich nigga problems
Bank account great, my homies dyin'
Your bitch don't know you tryin', everything you say you lyin'
Honor and defiance, I never rolled with the masses
Fuck viral, this flow a virus, I got the touch of Midas
One eye open like a pirate, like my livin' private
That Hollywood shit, I tried it when I got invited
When they in that dark space, thеy try to soak your light up
Headlines talkin' down on you in like еvery writeup
I might just confine in a priest, I feel like Pac in '93
I stay away from suckers
Pops got diabetes
It's dyin' season, mama cryin' season
I escaped the comma after comma season
Died without a reason
Who gon' explain that to your mother
While she go fund you?
She cookin' dinners for the block
Somehow she go hungry
Appetite fucked up, can't even eat, uh
Body tight, both eyes heavy, can't even sleep, uh
Youngin wasn't too high to swing, just out of reach, uh
The way the Lord speak through my lyrics, you'd think I preach
Rich nigga problems get tricky, they think you sleep
Rich nigga problems, I gotta party with Meech
Colosseum, Jamaica Avenue got my sneaks
Thinkin' of the gangsters that died that I got to meet, uh
Thinkin' of the times when I hustled, I couldn't breathe, uh
I got a homie only deal with white, I call him Bleach
He started gettin' work out in Memphis, I called him Bleek, uh
The biggest out the two niggas with 'em, I called him Sheek, uh
Maleaka called him freaky, other niggas called him Leak
Real nigga problems, I still see him in my sleep
I'm havin' rich nigga problems