Artist: J. Cole Album: Born Sinner Song: Rich Niggaz Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: J. Cole] Aiyyo, aiyyo Aiyyo, uh, aiyyo, uh Aiyyo, aiyyo Aiyyo, uh, yeah [J. Cole] I hate rich niggaz, God damnit Cause I ain't never had a lot damnit Who you had to kill? Who you had to rob? Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top damnit? Or maybe that's daddy money Escalator no ladder money, Escalade new Caddy money Worst fear goin broke cause I'm bad with money Crooked smile, nigga momma never had the money Damn... I ain't trippin Nigga Jordan, I ain't Pippen Yeah, up the steps, I ain't slippin Tears, blood, sweat, and I ain't Crip'n Here's, a song you can sing along with when you down on some let-you-know-you-ain't-alone shit When your momma ain't at home cause she got a second job deliverin pizzas, you think she out here gettin robbed Please God watch her, I know how niggaz do Half cracker but a nigga too Talkin all that shit 'bout your step-pops How he was a dog, now look at you I ain't bad as that nigga Plus dawg I'm a grown man now, I ain't mad at that nigga But if a plane crashed, and it only killed his lame ass I'll be glad it's that nigga, nigga Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke Refund checks, used that to float Momma gets depressed, falls in love with the next maniac on crack, use that to cope Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope Writin rhymes tryin bring back the hope Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat Coulda drowned but I grabbed the rope [Chorus: J. Cole] And there go you, and there go you And there go you, sellin me dreams and tellin me things you knew And there go you, and there go you And there go you, sellin me dreams and tellin me things you knew Sing - you got what I want, I got what you need How much for your soul and uh, how much for your soul and uh You got what I want, I got what you need How much for your soul and uh, how much for your soul and uh [J. Cole] Yeah, I hate rich niggaz, God damnit Cause I ain't never had a lot damnit Niggaz can't front on the flows you got But e'ry fuckin verse how much dough you got Homie, don't quit now Hear my shit and try and switch now Know you felt the shit just now Know you felt that shit just now Ha - ain't there more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you? I realize deep down you a coward gettin high off of power, fuck it more to you Saw through you and it made me ashamed that I played the game Not for +Mo' Money+ like Damon Wayans Wanted the respect but it came with fame I just wanted love but this ain't the same I took a train down memory lane And watched little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name It's like Sony signed Basquiat, he gave it all he got and now the nigga don't paint the same Damn... I guess he can't complain All the money that be rainin in Spend a hundred thou' for the chain again Think of old school niggaz like Dana Dane Probably kill for another claim to fame, my brain the same Yeah nigga, at least he ain't insane At least he ain't insane You ain't crazy muh'fucker, you just afraid to change Damn... that's new ... maybe that's true But listen here, I got a bigger fear one day that I become you and I become lost and I become heartless And numb from all the ménages Just one bitch don't feel the same no more And Henny don't really kill the pain no more Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain cause I can't maintain no more Tad bit extreme, I know Money can't save your soul [Chorus] w/ minor variations