[Intro X3]. Ey yo. Ey yo. Ey yo uh. Yeah. [Verse 1]. I hate rich niggas goddammit. Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit. Who you had to kill who you had to rob. Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit. Or maybe that's daddy money escalator no ladder money. Escalading new caddy money. Worst fear going broke cause I'm bad with money. Crookest smile nigga momma never had the money damn. I ain't trippin'. A nigga Jordan I ain't Pippen yeah. Up the steps I ain't slippin'. Tears blood sweat I ain't crippin 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. Delivering pizzas you think she out there getting robbed. Please God watch her I know how niggas do. Half cracker but a nigga too. Talking 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 crash and only it killed his lame ass. I'd be glad its that nigga nigga. Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke. Refund check she 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. Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope. Try to ride the storm out and crashed the boat. Could've drowned but I grabbed the rope. [Hook]. And there go you. And there go you. And there go you. Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew. And there go you. And there go you. And there go you. Sing. You got what I want. I got what you need. How much for your soul Anna. How much for your soul Anna. You got what I want. I got what you need. How much for your soul Anna. How much for your soul Anna. [Verse 2]. I hate rich niggas goddammit. Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit. Niggas can't front on the flows you got. But every fucking verse how much dough you got. Homie don't quit now hear my shit and tried to switch now. Know you felt the shit just now know you felt the shit just now. Ain't it more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you?. I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power. Fuck it more to you saw through you. And it made me ashamed that I played the game. Not for more money like Damon Wayans. Wanted the respect but it came with fame. I just wanted love but it just ain't the same. I took a train down memory lane. And watching little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name. It's like Sony signed Basquiat. He gave it all he got now the nigga don't paint the same damn. I guess he can't complain. All the money that be raining in. Spend a hundred thou for the chain again. Thinking old school niggas 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 motherfucker you're just afraid of change. That's new maybe that's true. But listen here I got a bigger fear. Of 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. But there go you. [Hook]. And there go you. And there go you. Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew. And there go you. And there go you. And there go you. Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew. Sing. You got what I want. I got what you need. How much for your soul Anna. How much for your soul Anna. You got what I want. I got what you need. How much for your soul Anna. How much for your soul Anna