Richbies

It’s been a long time since I told anyone this story

So if you’re out there now lingerin’ listen to me

I’m a GYA, whatever that means

Never made it to the NBA like I dreamt in my dreams

Momma and Daddy tried to sow the seams

Between me and my bro, but he wouldn’t just leave

I packed my bags, took my trashy rags out of the closet and relieved

The burden that I brought from fighting out grief

This pain, this game, this stupid expensive chain

What they call life, the rollin’ ball to fame

But I’m tellin’ you now the world just ain’t the same

You’ve got brothers fightin’ to the death to keep the ring on their names

And those damn huge fancy cars, call him Mr. Slick

Call for help he won’t come, flash a dollar he’ll be there quick

Say you’re an old friend layin’ in the hospital sick

He’ll tell ya “Sorry, man, I’m out shootin’ in my new flick”

And that’s just what I hate, he won’t realize it til late

When you’re dyin’ in that rotten bed tryin’ to understand your fate

That your son, your sister, those MTV rock stars

How easily they change from loved ones to aliens from Mars

Spendin’ more time at the bars, focused whole on the snazzy cars

Forgettin’ you’re back home waiting while they top the charts

But they ain’t got no smarts, just a bunch of tarts

You’re waitin’ by the window lookin’ for a Xmas card

Baby, parent, child, wife, whoever you are

I know what’s it like too, I went that far

Listen up

You movie stars on TV, you singers on my CD’s

How could you forget family?

Tell me, what’s taking the priority?

Have you forgotten what you mean to me?

Listen up

You richbies with those dollars bills

Is the fame and fortune worth it still?

If I popped your tire would you kill?

Yeah, I know this is about free will

But you’re just letting it all spill

Isn’t it a funny thing how people change after a time?

One moment you’re best friends strollin’ doin’ the same thing, same grind

But this fella now, he’s got other things on his mind

From the dough to the bed to the babes, Akon’s shades

You used to be his special Valentine

Now all you’re worth is a penny to his dime

He don’t care, you can go, he’s a thug, she’s a ho

She used to be Daddy’s little angel before she let go

Today she’s a rave, the boys be pushin’ up on her

She’d complain if she was sane, but she likes it and they like her

So influenced, totally ruined, what the hell did I do wrong?

Don’t blame yourself she did it to herself, Mom

Didn’t plan this along, but if you listen to her first song

You can tell she ain’t comin’ back, sorry baby she’s gone

In her seduction, waist reduction, liposuction, yeah she’s truckin’

Fake body parts, loves plastic art, in fact she wears it, natural destruction

And she’ll look in the mirror and smile, man, I look good

And then she takes a glance at Foxy Meghan and says there’s more that I could do

Go through all that pain, yes she would to please

To be the thing that married men would stare at on top of magazines

This desire for appeal becomes such a disease

She’ll say what she wants, but do you know what she means?

Degrading women the way she flashes her flesh publically

Got the guys she wanted barkin’ but where’s the real intimacy?

And so at the end of the day she’s feeling lonely

Well, it’s her fault, I remembered her, she forgot me

Listen up

You movie stars on TV, you singers on my CD’s

How could you forget family?

Tell me, what’s taking the priority?

Have you forgotten what you mean to me?

Listen up

You richbies with those dollars bills

Is the fame and fortune worth it still?

If I popped your tire would you kill?

Yeah, I know this is about free will

But you’re just letting it all spill

I remember when my wallet was more important than you

Even though you did everything you could do

To show me truth and make my dreams come true

Someone like you, baby, I swear I never knew

Dedicated your life to helping me pull through

Could you accept my apology, baby?

Could you accept it, pretty please?

I’m askin’ you down here on my knees?

I’ve never felt this lonely in my life

Even when I’m rockin’ my CD’s, when the DJ’s bouncin’ for me

When I’m on every channel on TV, the biggest guest of Oprah Winfrey

I’m still needing you near me

I really hope you can see

I’ll give everything away, please forgive every word I’d say

When I told you I didn’t need you, I’m moving on from you

That’s not true

Momma, Daddy, bro, my baby boo

Oh, how I love you

Give my money to the poor, knock my car off a cliff

Take the jewelry and give to the homeless

Or take it as my gift

I’m done with materialistic

It’s been drivin’ me ballistic

To not come home to you

This is what you richbies do

Listen up

You movie stars on TV, you singers on my CD’s

How could you forget family?

Tell me, what’s taking the priority?

Have you forgotten what you mean to me?

Listen up

You richbies with those dollars bills

Is the fame and fortune worth it still?

If I popped your tire would you kill?

Yeah, I know this is about free will

But you’re just letting it all spill

(x3)

No, no, no, no