[Intro: Cruch Calhoun]
Rich
Rich n***as, poor n***as
Rich n***as, broke n***as
Upper class, poor n***as
Uh

[Chorus: Cruch Calhoun]
Rich n***as, poor n***as
Big clout, broke n***as
Dope dealers, coke sniffers
Still living with no hope n***as
Real n***as, ho n***as
Might have broke the law but still, followed by the cold n***as
Ones that never told, this for them, silence is made of gold n***as
Stood on ten toes n***as
They came home ain't get in no trouble, got off parole n***as
"My baby need me, so I gotta make it back home" n***as
And the wrong decisions'll have you wrapped up with the wrong n***as

[Verse 1: Cruch Calhoun]
The right decisions, how you right where you belong, n***a?
Be a wack n***a
Just be yourself, don't try to be like all these rap n***as
Half the time that shit ain't even that n***as
This for my—
Get taken out your comfort zone, but still adapt n***as
Turn anything in the world into a trap n***as
This for the—
Ones that make it happen, feel like the world on my back n***as
The ones that keep it street, they don't at n***as
This for the—
Ones that played the streets, but got some time n***as
Then realize this shit different, went and got a job n***as
This for my live n***as, still outside n***as
To all my Crip n***as, Blood n***as, gangster n***as (Derrickonthebeat), thug n***as
[Chorus: Cruch Calhoun & Dave East]
Rich n***as, poor n***as (Uh)
Big clout, broke n***as (Uh)
Dope dealers, coke sniffers (Yeah)
Still living with no hope n***as (Yeah)
Real n***as, ho n***as (Thirty)
Might have broke the law but still (For thirty), followed by the cold n***as (Thirty)
Ones that never told, this for them, silence is made of gold n***as
Stood on ten toes n***as (Ten)
They came home ain't get in no trouble, got off parole n***as
"My baby need me, so I gotta make it back home" n***as (Back home)
And the wrong decisions'll have you wrapped up with the wrong n***as

[Verse 2: Dave East]
This for my trap brothers, Yankee hat wearers
From the crack era (Crack era)
Pain get hard to hide, can see it on they face like mascara (I can see)
Black wearers, Delancey Street shopping, tryna grab leather
Bubba Goose when it got freezing out, that shit had mad feathers
This for dice n***as, head crackers, even ask 'bout us (Ask 'bout us)
This for n***as broke that like to talk 'bout when they had cheddar
This for n***as hatin', in they DNA, they dad jealous (Dad was jealous)
This for n***as that wasn′t allowed to do shit, now the bag let 'em (The money talk)
This for twenty-five to lifers, this for all the sacrifices (Sacrifice)
This for bitches really mean, but for dollars, they act the nicest (They mean)
This for all the homies lost their life 'cause liquor had 'em hyper (Too hyper)
This for homies that grew up rumblin', just know you had to fight us (Run that paper)
This for n***as spend they last to cop a new Dior fit
This for unc' that's drunk, he love beer, he just want a Coors sip (That all?)
This for gangsters hangin' 'round rappers, tryna extort shit (Not me)
This for sentences the judge givin' that make the court flip, stay cautious
[Chorus: Cruch Calhoun]
Rich n***as, poor n***as
Big clout, broke n***as
Dope dealers, coke sniffers
Still living with no hope n***as
Real n***as, ho n***as
Might have broke the law but still, followed by the cold n***as
Ones that never told, this for them, silence is made of gold n***as
Stood on ten toes n***as
They came home ain't get in no trouble, got off parole n***as
"My baby need me, so I gotta make it back home" n***as
And the wrong decisions'll have you wrapped up with the wrong n***as