"Rich" lyrics

"Rich"

Damage Musiq
Man fi rich, fi rich, fi rich
Me family rich, we rich, we rich
Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?
Who them a trick? (Who them a trick?)
Who them a trick? (Who them a trick?)

Man used to strapping pon the ends
Knockings, me and me friends
Badness in a we meds and we d'even own a bed
One shake out, with a slice of bread
Sugar and water, lime in a the keg
Life change up, four 'matic pon the Benz
Mummy no have fi cry with her hand pon her head
Me little son will never go hungry a him bed
Them say Father God in a the pen

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? (Who them a trick?)
Mister Dead, me nah dead
Move casket (Move casket)
Move casket
Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?
Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich
Rich you fi rich, rich you fi rich

Man a live the life where them dream
Kick the ball, me and me team
Feel like the king now when me walk in a me scheme
One time a did board house, now me walk pon the hill
Boy make him mother proud, she haffi laugh when she see him
She know in herself she bring a star pon the scene
'Nough never help me, now them a call pon the kid
Man life used to rough, me a tell you Damage
Now it sweet-sweet like when the harmony sing

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? (Who them a trick?)
Mister Dead, me nah dead
Move casket (Move casket)
Move casket
Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?
Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich
Rich we fi rich, rich we fi rich

Man fi rich, fi rich, fi rich
Me girl fi rich, fi rich, fi rich
Me family rich, we rich, we rich
Me dawgs them rich, fi rich, fi rich
Me niggas them rich

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? (Who them a trick?)
Mister Dead, me nah dead
Move casket (Move casket)
Move casket
Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?
Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich
Rich we fi rich, rich we fi rich

Man used to strapping pon the ends
Knockings, me and me friends
Badness in a we meds and we d'even own a bed
One shake out, with a slice of bread
Sugar and water, lime in a the keg
Life change up, four 'matic pon the Benz
Mummy no have fi cry with her hand pon her head
Me little son will never go hungry in a him bed
Them say Father God in a the pen

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick? (Who them a trick?)
Mister Dead, me nah dead
Move casket (Move casket)
Move casket
Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?
Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich
Rich you fi rich, rich you fi rich


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