Rich - Teejay, Damage Musiq

Damage Musiq

Man fi rich, fi rich, fi rich

Me family rich, we rich, we rich

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?

Who them a trick?

(Who them a trick?)

Who them a trick?

(Who them a trick?)

Man used to strapping pon the ends

Knockings, me and me friends

Badness in a we meds and we d’even own a bed

One shake out, with a slice of bread

Sugar and water, lime in a the keg

Life change up, four 'matic pon the Benz

Mummy no have fi cry with her hand pon her head

Me little son will never go hungry a him bed

Them say Father God in a the pen

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?

(Who them a trick?)

Mister Dead, me nah dead

Move casket (Move casket)

Move casket

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?

Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich

Rich you fi rich, rich you fi rich

Man a live the life where them dream

Kick the ball, me and me team

Feel like the king now when me walk in a me scheme

One time a did board house, now me walk pon the hill

Boy make him mother proud, she haffi laugh when she see him

She know in herself she bring a star pon the scene

'Nough never help me, now them a call pon the kid

Man life used to rough, me a tell you Damage

Now it sweet-sweet like when the harmony sing

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?

(Who them a trick?)

Mister Dead, me nah dead

Move casket (Move casket)

Move casket

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?

Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich

Rich we fi rich, rich we fi rich

Man fi rich, fi rich, fi rich

Me girl fi rich, fi rich, fi rich

Me family rich, we rich, we rich

Me dawgs them rich, fi rich, fi rich

Me niggas them rich

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?

(Who them a trick?)

Mister Dead, me nah dead

Move casket (Move casket)

Move casket

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?

Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich

Rich we fi rich, rich we fi rich

Man used to strapping pon the ends

Knockings, me and me friends

Badness in a we meds and we d’even own a bed

One shake out, with a slice of bread

Sugar and water, lime in a the keg

Life change up, four 'matic pon the Benz

Mummy no have fi cry with her hand pon her head

Me little son will never go hungry in a him bed

Them say Father God in a the pen

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?

(Who them a trick?)

Mister Dead, me nah dead

Move casket (Move casket)

Move casket

Ghetto youth, a who them a trick?

Nah dead poor, me a tell you ghetto youths say a rich you fi rich

Rich you fi rich, rich you fi rich