Rich Forever is such a beautiful song

[45123]

Calm down tough guy...it was a concert and a stadium show at that...djs do that

Being in a stadium has nothing to do with it
DJ's can just play the song, scratch, and move on to the next one, not fukking cut between every bar and ruin a beautiful hook

Its like stopping the National Anthem every 2 secs just to yell out "USA!" then dropping in some machine gun shots in the background

 

[Ohene]

best release in the past 5 years besides Watch the Throne.

I said it.

sue me

 

[Ed MOTHERFUCKING G]

I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it? :ohh:
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I'm hustlin' on every corner boomin'
Back of the Phantom couldn't fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I'm in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin' out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely nikkas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and nikkas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin' so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shyt pushed back cuz it ain't buzzin'
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
nikkas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can't talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that

 

[AMcV'88]

it might just be his best song after Rich Off Cocaine.

 

[Youngdev]

I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it? :ohh:
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I'm hustlin' on every corner boomin'
Back of the Phantom couldn't fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I'm in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin' out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely nikkas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and nikkas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin' so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shyt pushed back cuz it ain't buzzin'
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
nikkas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can't talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that

I forgot how much he went in on that

 

[Mr. Somebody]

Song makes no sense because you cant take money to the afterlife. God doesnt care how much money you have.

 

[Ed MOTHERFUCKING G]

Song makes no sense because you cant take money to the afterlife. God doesnt care how much money you have.

Its rick ross

NOTHING makes sense

 

[Black Ball]

I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it? :ohh:
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I'm hustlin' on every corner boomin'
Back of the Phantom couldn't fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I'm in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin' out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely nikkas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and nikkas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin' so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shyt pushed back cuz it ain't buzzin'
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
nikkas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can't talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that

 

[Ed MOTHERFUCKING G]

Digits like the dodgers when it comes to franks

Quadruple



Cartier hublot i can name a dozen











YOUR shytS PUSHED BACK CAUSE IT AINT BUZZIN

 

[Da King]

When the beat changes and the drums drop the energy is just

 

[Akata Man Bromo]

 

[Ghostface Trillah]

regardless of how it goes down, life goes on.

 

[jaguar paw]

Song makes no sense because you cant take money to the afterlife. God doesnt care how much money you have.

Not if I'm buried in the Gucci Store

 

[Mr. Somebody]

Not if I'm buried in the Gucci Store

Makes zero sense im sorry that post didnt work out for you.

 

[Soundbwoy]

motivation/gym music