INDIE TRIBE – Rich

Lyrics: Rich by INDIE TRIBE

'95

Hop out the coupe like “There he go again”
Tribe on the move, but I stay in God's hand, uh
I'ma tell the truth, I don't ever have plans
I just wing it like goose, man, it's why I never land, uh
Okay, pop up in your city, tell your friends, uh
Girl, you ain't my wife, you gon' pay to get in, uh
I just got adopted, now my bro the son of man, uh
God did a lot, I'm just doin' what I want?

Ay, pops said he proud of me
What else? Forever young, I'm a prodigy
Ay (what?), Don Jon, yeah, I gotta be
Clean hands off of snakes like “The Odyssey”
Y'all just lyin', I'm Daniel, yo
I said quiet to all that bull
Please don't try, I'm a handful
Who's that tribe? Don't gеt trampled

Yeah, ayy, kid, look what Yahweh did
Talk to mе like I'm rich, like I'm rich
I ain't gotta ice my wrist
Livin' water, that's my drip, homie, please don't slip
Told devil we ain't friends
Stop tryna talk to the kid, talk to the kid
Switch up, that don't make sense (okay, alright)
Well, maybe that's 'cause I'm rich, baby, I'm

Ayy (Dylie), God sent me this pack (phew)
And I get hotter if we made the track with Sodom in the back? (Sodom, hot)
If it didn't come from the tribe, you know it's probably gon' be wack (ooh)
I know He proud of me, I mean, I'm in the bottom of my bag (bottom)
I need apologies from principalities and powers hauntin' me (say sorry)
Obey and praise the Prince of Peace my only policy (It's true)
Better read the pedigree, you gon' acknowledge me
I'm all of the above, I preach the poem and it's pottery (phew)

Honestly, I've been strugglin' to rest, see the worst instead of best (‘kay, let's see it, yeah)
Leave the peace and chase the stress (akay), but he gon' be my safety net (‘kay)
I can't stay in Satan's nest (alright), Yahweh gave me Lasik (alright)
Then He graced me wit' erasin' debt (and they can see now!)
I was waitin' patiently for feelings and my faith to connect (phew, connect)
Prayin' in my closet 'til my Asics were wet
Yahweh made the payment and there ain't nothin' left (and there ain't nothin' left)
When you chasin' after freedom, you ain't chasin' a check, yeah

Ayy, kid, look what Yahweh did
Talk to me like I'm rich, like I'm rich
I ain't gotta ice my wrist
Livin' water, that's my drip, homie, please don't slip
Told devil we ain't friends
Stop tryna talk to the kid, talk to the kid
Switch up, that don't make sense
Well, maybe that's 'cause I'm rich, baby, I'm

That's literally what ‘rich' means
They just laid that out for y'all
I got a five-bedroom house in heaven, covered in gold
Yahweh lives down the block from me
And Peter's my neighbor!