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Avias - The Rich & Poor lyrics
Intro: 
Rich 
Poor 
Verse1: 
My mother was a single parent so I was born into these streets 
Hustling hard for the paper, hustling hard just to eat 
Life always at a stand still everyday is just repeat 
20 dollars worth in bags printed on the grocery receipt 
And so late nights I creep into they she'd because I'm a loaner 
If I don't steal they lawn equipment then I'm gone be a goner 
Stomach touching my back feel like I'm gonna die from this hunger 
Hope my lottery tickets a winner, this just can't be any longer 
Sunrise my niggas hit me up told me to go meet my boy 
All seven of us grew up in the same neighborhood soil 
We always play a couple card games but we don't play with toys 
Hard, bout dat life niggaz like a scene from baby boy 
Through the years been a couple shoot outs like boys from the hood 
Couple tina relationships cause that nigga was no good 
Used to stand in dark hallways at the age of three 
And watch my momma take blows from a man that was so mean 
Sneakers on telephone wires, marijuana take you higher 
22's on the lac, and watch the snitches cause they liars 
Ma bout to hit the candy lady because she spiked our scrapers 
At night my deepest dreams is moving up to something greater 
Chorus: (4x's) Avias - The Rich & Poor - http://motolyrics.com/avias/the-rich-and-poor-lyrics.html
It's a thin line between poverty and wealth 
Go rights the road to riches 
Go lefts the road to death 
Verse2: 
Parents been together, all of my life 
Got everything, no matter what price 
Might be dark on your end but over here is light 
Always had it good, no need to fight 
And so that's why I'm laying out on the deck in costa rica 
Because my father owns a law firm and my mothers a sweeper 
Was left a large lump sum from the lady to whom she was keeper 
Don't want to sound too boastful but I got to go in deeper 
I'm in this bmw about to go to harvard college 
Some might call me too stuck up, others call me garbage 
Ego so high it stanks just like donald trump just farted 
And if yo bank account aint full then you shall be departing 
From fancy cocktails, wealthy gatherings with the high and known 
So much money talking thousands that will have your head blown 
Everyday dinner conversations on what you own 
Even tho I'm happy sometimes wish the money was gone 
Chorus: (4x's) 
It's a thin line between poverty and wealth 
Go rights the road to riches 
Go lefts the road to death









