G-Scott - Rich Broke lyrics

[Chorus] Rich n***a broke n***a dreaming Sky is the limit but I'm trapped by the ceiling Don't know where I'm headed but I'm going for a reason Money on my mind and that's any given season Cause I been Rich n***a, Broke n***a Rich n***a, broke n***a Rich n***a, broke n***a dreaming Cause i been [Verse 1] Woke up this morning 6:36 Riding down the highway like, ain't this a b**h Amo on the beat, Jeanius on the mix From where i sit it's feeling like 36 Damn another 12 hour shift then i lost my job no more 12 hour sh** Father tried to tell me like father like son dreamchasing I'm feeling a Lil Weezy I been coughing up bloods from fighting my own demons On the come up in these navy blue denims ain't talking semen Hit the ATM 500 to my name, couple dollars and these dreams I'm trying to make change They trying to break change That's what happens with big bills from where i sit the whip like a big wheel The weekends over I'm feeling like Willie Beamon and that's Any Given Sunday I could have just stopped believing Cause i been [Chorus] [Verse 2] Called my girl Up, asked could come i come over Angel in the backseat devil on my shoulder And this weight all on my shoulder bought heavy as any boulder But i probably won't feel it until I'm sober Wanna know a college kids inner thoughts? Hm f** Sallie Mae When I'm finished, she the one getting paid They slowly lower racism all equally now we slaves But y'all don't like real so snapbacks and jays I'm coming at the source I'm talking bout 5 mics With the drive and the talent I'm talking bout 5 mikes Like Jordan, Tyson, Jackson, Myers k**ing sh** ride the wheels off all of these flat tires Motor on fire, still riding rims Can't afford to stunt though my life deserves film Lay my burdens down I ain't talking bout Tim Jonny Deep depth deep that's nightmares for him Scott [Chorus] [Verse 3] If sleep the cousin of d**h I Hope they relate to my vision before I left eye I had a vision I spoke with biggie and left eye 2Pac Aliyah they leave here A legacy when I die what they'll say of me? Gary, Indy be like my Bedstye/ So when I close my eyes pray they be bumping my soul through speakers be pumping Lost it all ask the lord why? Needless to say he didn't hit with a reply Looking up at the sky Where I stand I know the devil ain't resting From a place now where n***as stay testing Fronting trying to act up n***as get AKd up Everywhere that ISTEP a real n***a SAT once Need a new job so I can't even pack blunts Young n***a hungry I ain't talking sack lunch (yeah) Make a meal of these mills While these fake n***as still claiming real/ [Chorus] 1983 Amo what's up?