Jesse West - Richman Poorman (Act One) lyrics

(chorus)2x I use to be a richman (Now i'm poorman) I use to be a poorman (Now i'm rich) Because when I was a richman (I steped in the quick sand) Now i'm a poorman (Ain't that a b**h) Verse one: Nine, 3rd Eye Ayo what's up man Strap on your vest And meet me on the Grand Concourse We about to set it off yea who's the victim tonight Is he black or is he white Nine:You know I can give a f** son Green is what I like [3rd Eye] Alright I'll meet you around midnight I'm down to greed Matter of fact i'm lacing up my boots right now You know how we living and I ain't giving a f** I'm out of luck and if I got to buck somebody Then what ever son [Nine] We in this sh** together Word We ain't got a pot to piss in I'm sick of eating chicken It's finger licking We on a mission Because my paradise ain't nice My advice is lets pull a heist My pockets ain't nice I need green [3rd Eye] I'm tired of being stuck between a rock and a hard place Now it's time for me to taste a piece of the pie I ain't trying to die broke You know what i'm saying nine I'm goina go for mines even if it means I got to do crime I'm goina find the way to get the kind of loot I need to be all that I can be and then some Understand And do what it takes for me to be a richman (chorus) Verse two: I'm telling you right now don't move a muscle Got my finger on the trigger I'm mad upset Don't make me have to smoke a n***a west Hurry the f** up pack the loot One minute and counting and then we got to move to situation 22 [3rd Eye] Yo b**h put that cash in the bag and make it fast Get that finger off the bu*ton before I buck that a** Grabed up the manager smacked him in the face open up the safe (77779311 is the combination Act like you know it's time to pay the black nation) Now I got the loot time to jet Anybody make a move and they getting wet Step to the door headed for the get away Now we on the high way richer than a motherf**er Heading for the airport Hope we don't get caught Because we ain't going out like that We one the road to riches and we ain't looking back black Chorus 2x (Cop 1) (Cop 2) Freeze motherf**er Hands, hands, let me see hands Get out of the car Shut the f**ing car off Get out and eat some f**ing dirt Get on the f**ing ground