man at the funeral home
j. stalin
and they get rich up off our misery
and they get rich up off our misery
and they get rich up off our misery
and they get rich up off our misery
only time'll tell if the real prevail
i gotta make it to heaven 'cause i'm livin' in hell
they still throw us in jail for protectin' ourself
and never teach us in school 'bout generational wealth
he got a strap on his belt
nobody heard his silent pleas when he was askin' for help
so you can never feel the pain that his mama felt
stand around in the lobby
and they want her to id the body
plus his lil' brother wanna copy his lifestyle
he on his way to buy a gun
he gon' knock a nigga down
and they get rich up off our misery
and they get rich up off our misery
and they get rich up off our misery
and they get rich up off our misery
only time will tell if the real prevail
some niggas make it to heaven
some niggas make it to hell
some niggas make it to college
some niggas make it to jail
some niggas buy it to smoke
some niggas buy it to sell
i split the pot with my niggas
some niggas in it for self
i was up in there for cells
now crackers gettin' rich off our motherfuckin' misery
put 'em out they motherfuckin' memory
wonder will my bitch still remember me?
will she cry? will she go fuck one of my enemies?
do you love me like you say you love me?
i just need for you to hug me
the man at the funeral home just see a quick back
and they get rich up off our misery
and they get rich up off our misery
and they get rich up off our misery
and they get rich up off our misery