Lyrics
We Got Rich
We Got Sound
Without Miles
Without Food
With That Sound
Put That Lounge
We got Food
We Got Pounds
We Got Hoods
Put That Beat In The Heart
Hustle hard for the killers with the drought
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Better Times Better Times Better Times
Couple g wanna beat them from their thoughts
Hitlers ain't hiding from their drought
whose niggas got the rules for the rich
Real niggas got no beef on me
Niggas started the routes with the thought of miles
Couple deals nigga running with the part
Will I ever ever wanna see
Sounds from the peak
And the reals on me
The sun don't shine everyday
The sun rise on the better days
Cop a lean on the ghetto days
Politics on our rally days
We Got Rich
We Got Sound
Without Miles
Without Food
With That Sound
Put That Lounge
We got food
We Got Pounds
We Got Hoods
Put That Beat In The Heart
Hustle hard for the killers with the drought
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Better Times Better Times Better Times
Couple g wanna beat them from their thoughts
Hitlers ain't hiding from their drought
whose niggas got the rules for the rich
Real niggas got no beef on me
Grab the key unlock the door
The fuck are you waitin’ for
There are things you can’t ignore
You need to swim the shore
You need to see this and that
You will see the things you lack
Fortune’s back
Once you move
You need to groove with the nature
People servin’ hatred
You got to awake’em
From a bad dream
If you want change be the change you imagine
Life’s a long way to go
And I hope you grow into it
If you want some do it
See that wall go through it
You may ruin
Somethings
But if you doin’ nothing
Nothing wo’t ever happen
You’d never see me rapping’
If I ain’t sat my ass down for writin’
Climb that horizon
And smile like the rising’ sun
You’re the toughest one
But also the laziest
Search you a lady to remind you of
How good you are
Grab the key unlock the door
Let’s take a ride outside
See what’s nice
Livin’ life
Things you can’t describe
In your vision
Give this song another listen
Don’t you follow the road
Follow yo intuition
Why I tell you this?
Listen. People socialized to be hatin’
indoctrinated by the nations
They feed us spoons full of hatred
And say what we do is in our nature
But I’M not a predator
I don’ eat my own people
To me we are all equal
And I don’t say be like me
But please just stay real, yeah
We Got Rich
We Got Sound
Without Miles
Without Food
With That Sound
Put That Lounge
We go Food
We Got Pounds
We Got Hoods
Put That Beat In The Heart
Hustle hard for the killers with the drought
Underline Underline Underline
Better Times Better Times Better Times
Couple g wanna beat them from their thoughts
Hitlers ain't hiding from their drought
whose niggas got the rules for the rich
Real niggas got no beef on me
WRITERS
Okoli Ebuka, Younes Zaoui
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Okoli Ebuka Augustine
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