Rich Niggaz – J. Cole

I hate rich niggas god damn it
‘Cause I ain’t never had a lot damn it
Who you had to kill, who you had to rob
Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top damn it

Or maybe that’s daddy money,
Escalator no ladder money
Escalade, new Caddy money
Worst fear going broke ’cause I’m bad with money
Crooked smile nigga momma never had the money damn

I ain’t trippin’,
Nigga Jordan I ain’t Pippen
Up the steps I ain’t slippin’
Tears blood sweat I ain’t crippin’

Here’s a song you can sing along with when you down
On some let you know you ain’t alone shit
When your momma ain’t at home ’cause she got a second job
Delivering pizzas, you think she out there getting robbed
Please God watch her I know how niggas do
Half cracker but a nigga too
Talking all that shit ’bout your step-pops
How he was a dog now look at you

I ain’t bad as that nigga,
Plus dawg I’m a grown man now
I ain’t mad at that nigga
But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass
I’d be glad it’s that nigga, nigga

Did Kay dirty now it’s back to broke
Refund checks used that to float
Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac
On crack used that to cope

Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope
Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope
Try to ride the storm out and crash the boat
Could’ve drowned but I grabbed the rope

And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Sing

You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna

You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna

I hate rich niggas god damn it
‘Cause I ain’t never had a lot damn it
Niggas can’t front on the flows you got
But every fucking verse how much dough you got
Homie, don’t quit now,
Hear my shit and try to switch now
Know you felt the shit just now,
Know you felt the shit just now

Ain’t there more to you?
Don’t it ever get boring to you?
I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power
Fuck it, more to you

Saw through you and it made me ashamed that I played the game
Not for more money like Damon Wayans
Wanted the respect but it came with fame
I just wanted love but this ain’t the same

I took a train down memory lane
And watched little Jermaine do his thang before he made a name
It’s like Sony signed Basquiat
He gave it all he got and now the nigga don’t paint the same damn

I guess he can’t complain
All the money that be raining in
Spend a hundred thou for the chain again
Think of old school niggas like Dana Dane

Probably kill for another claim to fame
My brain the same, yeah nigga least he ain’t insane
Least he ain’t insane
You ain’t crazy motherfucker you just afraid of change

That’s new, maybe that’s true
But listen here, I got a bigger fear
Of one day that I become you
When I become lost and I become heartless
And numb from all the Ménages
Just one bitch don’t feel the same no more
And Henny don’t really kill the pain no more

Now I’m Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
‘Cause I can’t maintain no more
Tad bit extreme I know
Money can’t save your soul

But there go you, there go you, there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Sing

You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna

You got what I want
I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna

How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna