Rich - SPILLS

Rich verse 1

I’m so melodic sort of exotic a product of my environment firemen wasn’t lying

i’m hot/Blue flaming the block i get a lot of love so when I’m writing these

rhymes i rock an oven glove / my punchlines like a cannon briggs uppercut

cowards stay ready to shoot I rather knuckle up/and get to scrapping applauding

the only clapping you do I smack you and ya crew in front of everybody / I put

the wrecks in effect young Teddy Riley or get a taste of my wrecking ball if

you ready Miley / highly considered that devilish kind of raw talent and give a

sinister grin when I’m caught smiling / we in the court wilding out to be free

solitary in the summer like 1,000 degrees allow me to breath like respirators /

I respect the haters the nay sayers and the speculators the bench players can’t

define my raps / like a train I’m on track you spending all ya time on snap /

facts a lot fiction going around here listen u get the but the sound ain’t

clear

I just wanna be rich / I don’t wanna be broke

Let me get my mind right / role something to smoke

Kept my business low key / took a suddle approach

I was skipping jail time?

still cutting it close

I could’ve been a victim of a drive-by / stray bullet while I’m sittin on the

sideline

Seeing brothers drop 1 by 1 & the good die young soI’m just tryna make it outta

the slums / I just wanna be rich

Rich verse 2

1. Thoughts of a sinner mentality of winner you rappers is food just another

part of my dinner/you die by the gun I’m the one thats pulling the trigger my

flow remind you of «Jigga» in his prime no lie / all these platinum rolex’s

watching time go by the same time know we all gone die / Thats a definite fact

think «BIG» — I kick in the door swiftly (pause) I was getting the strap before

50 / trying to play me ain’t the best decision listen that ain’t a rapper thats

a sex position / everybody on the quest to be king a lot fronting to all these

want to be killers but hey thats nothing new / the vibration of these vocals

all through ya ape i break barrels donkey Sean junior / I slap box who oppose

my reign no fame yet everybody knows my name / cheers when i step in the bar i

cop bottles / party with the street hoodrats and top models / ya’ll be scraping

up loose change my doe lotto / mega millions in my bank with gold hollows