die rich

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Had holes In my shoes now I’m lacing up plans mama said be patient I turned patience to bands I was born broke counting up change on the counter sleeping three in a bedroom hand me down on the hanger food stamps in the drawer bills stacked on the fridge every night I made wishes on a broken down bridge I remember that winter hands numb in the cold dreams bigger then the rent on that one home room told myself in the mirror keep your eyes on this i was born with nothing but I’ll die with this Born broke but ima die rich turn every tear that I cried to a diamond in my fist from the floor to the top of this cliff I was born broke but ima die rich yeah ima die rich

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Youngkilla

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4 months ago