LaRussell - Dollar 2 the Rich Lyrics

Bitch my daddy was a hustla
And I'm a product of it
Book selling, rhyme spittin
Man you gotta love it
I done came out it all
Drugs and alcohol
Uncles in the garage
Them niggas was fighting dogs
Bitch I'm painting pictures
This the shit I really saw
The difference between the niggas who hoop and really ball
I was silent, watching, scoping the scene
Cool kid if you know what I mean
But the world I was in
Full of currency and sin
Pops worked his ass off
He did everything he can
Man he prolly made a mill
But he never had a plan
So we was looking fly but we finally had to land
I thought that I was better cuz I never popped a zan
Shit I got addictions too but would judge another man
I could barely keep my dick in my muthafucking pants
That itself runs deep
I can barely fucking sleep
She was creeping in my sheets
And I never said a peep
Never had the will to speak
I was muthafucking weak
Man I knew that shit was wrong thought about it all week
Then I thought it was the norm even tho we had to sneak
Then I met the homie Ralph
He was doing the same shit
Man this shit was really sick
We was only fucking six
Know It fucked my head up
Cuz I be lusting over pics
Thinking bout what ima do
If I ever get to hit
Some bitch that I never even met
Now we talk through text
Next week we probably meet
Then you know what's next
How the fuck I'm so numb to it
Breaking bitches hearts
Build for a bit
Then take the shit apart
Should of told you from the start I was a dog ass nigga
Fuck once, fuck again then neva call ass nigga
Like I don't got girl
That's gone grow into woman
And probably grow a body
That I know will probably summon
Niggas like myself
That won't care about her health
Won't love her they just in it for they muthafuckin self
And that's why I gotta get some muthafucking help
Will you help me?

Bitch my daddy was a hustla
And I'm a product of it
Book selling, rhyme spittin
Man you gotta love it
I done came out it all
Drugs and alcohol
Uncles in the garage
Them niggas was fighting dogs
Bitch I'm painting pictures
This the shit I really saw
The difference between the niggas who hoop and really ball
I was silent, watching, scoping the scene
Cool kid if you know what I mean
But the world I was in
Full of currency and sin
Pops worked his ass off
He did everything he can
Man he prolly made a mill
But he never had a plan
So we was looking fly but we finally had to land
I thought that I was better cuz I never popped a zan
Shit I got addictions too but would judge another man
I could barely keep my dick in my muthafucking pants
That itself runs deep
I can barely fucking sleep
She was creeping in my sheets
And I never said a peep
Never had the will to speak
I was muthafucking weak
Man I knew that shit was wrong thought about it all week
Then I thought it was the norm even tho we had to sneak
Then I met the homie Ralph
He was doing the same shit
Man this shit was really sick
We was only fucking six
Know It fucked my head up
Cuz I be lusting over pics
Thinking bout what ima do
If I ever get to hit
Some bitch that I never even met
Now we talk through text
Next week we probably meet
Then you know what's next
How the fuck I'm so numb to it
Breaking bitches hearts
Build for a bit
Then take the shit apart
Should of told you from the start I was a dog ass nigga
Fuck once, fuck again then neva call ass nigga
Like I don't got girl
That's gone grow into woman
And probably grow a body
That I know will probably summon
Niggas like myself
That won't care about her health
Won't love her they just in it for they muthafuckin self
And that's why I gotta get some muthafucking help
Will you help me?