Rich and Black Lyrics by Raekwon Ft. Nas
and regardless to how much power you have
god sends prophets and messengers
they don't care nothing about your power
because they come from the power
rare nigga, i'm a wonder
your best success
is my worst blunder
feds tap the number
jewelry jacqueline onassis could appreciate, weed to alleviate the pain
eddie kane, richard pryor pinky ring
watch your conduct nigga
throw parties for my niggas that’s living
you guessed it
models ya’ll keep them if they anorexic
love them but can’t trust them
hate them but won’t bust them
caking in savings, spending, wasting, it's like a custom
tats are hieroglyphic, lipstick on the collar
i got more to lose than you do, but i’m a rider
when did the rules change?
y’all living trendy on pennies
meeting deadlines with ease no game
you fire? i'm butane
gator timbs, ostrich belts
these be the times that i surprise myself
my niggas looking like black crows and pack shows
the don's voice stay pristine like i'm still 17
i'm rich, black, african
rocking the golden mack
shelling leather gucci like it's on my back
woolie-boxing hoodlum in the trench
rinse these niggas, '86 gazels dicing near the fence
mike tyson's disciple, trifle with my pen it's a rifle
16 ways to shoot you through your chrysler duke
exhaling with niggas, the jails argue
bring the best niggas to the table, i'll sic all my whales on you
custom wooden speakers rock alices, rump on polices
dump on creatures, holidays and preachers
stainless steel watches, ostrich turtlenecks
here's the deal: if we can't come in, they can't have the field
bones in cisco', murder instrumentals
cayenne porsche rap, how many horses live official?
i run with generals who flash uzis in interviews
my shit is deep, we fly, swim, dude
verse 2 gotta be all murder like
the first verse
timbs yellow like the hair on a malibu surfer
yellow like my harry winston, glistening arm b
yellow like new york city: piss stained concrete
that’s right, yo, who voted toasting in the wind, las vegas otis
what you know? leave right here we ghost in the lotus
put a package on your head, be promoted, keys in effect
paying these dumb fucking d’s off with donuts
i hate, to see you, acting like a slave
to get an advance here, an advance there
because somebody else controls your destiny
aiyo, i’m rich, black, umbrella calico captain
wes craven with a blade and a black
i’m hood ornaments, junkies win awards in my tournaments
my shit is listed like informants pics
you know we order hits, planes flying, niggas is sure to getcha
whether in costa rica, lisa, she sure to twist ya
eating chow lo mein with chopsticks, glocks with aim
watermelon chips, pop some ‘pagne
for all the riches, niggas forcing out they feelings, kid
whether in hallways or the boats, now feel us, kid
out in alaska, in the astons, remember my passion
hungry wolf who never eat in his castle
bolivian connects restless, yeah, chef ambidextrous
quick to back you in like the lexus shit
hunted by the fbi, we gracious, more demonstrations
shit is tough, milk the carnation
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