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Pre-Rich Video (MV)




Performed By: Mr B
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: BLAKE ROBERT MANKIN




Mr B - Pre-Rich Lyrics




Sip a bottomless, hippopotamus
Thinking could I B this humble if I wasn't this confident
I've known it ever since a kid
The greats knew they were great before anyone else did
And so, I wanna wish my haters the very best
I hope they live a long life to see my success
Thru every dark night only came better weather
And I haven't come down ever since I grew feathers
I'm young, independent, and patient
I'm cut from a different cloth of a fabric they stopped making
I don't listen to much trap shit
I was raised on boom bap shit, you know the classics
As time would have it, I would go on tour
With dudes I loved listening to in middle school
DMX and Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I only had ten minutes but I had it rocking G
I freestyled off the dome and mixed in a written rap
The people f*cked with that, I showed love where I was at
I'm a gangster because I'm myself
I love my life and that's the ultimate wealth
Shouts out to Paul The Barber from LA
Because of you homie I stay golden every day
And now it's getting literal, my gold is habitual
Why do all the great artists die at their pinnacle
I hope not me though, I'm just getting started
I'm real with myself I was born this artist
I used to love sleeping in and lying in bed
But nowadays there's no time man I'm after this bread

I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich

It's embarrassin' there's really no comparison
If that's not clear by now then go and get some Claritin
Don't B long if you don't belong
My excuse is that I'm young and I'm writing songs
People want results without putting in the work
But you can't harvest what you didn't plant, no you can't
Hard work and smart work is the answer
I come from a family of farmers and ranchers
First generation city kid
But you wouldn't guess that by the looks of it
That's why they say don't judge books and shit
I just made another three hundred from Spotify
I got this guys, give me some months and watch it multiply
The residuals is critical, I keep slaying
Made a song years ago, it keep on paying
Cuz it keep on playing, the world keep on changing
But I stay myself and I stay maintaining

I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich, bitch
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich

Ayo the sky ain't the limit there's no limit at all
You better pick up the phone when fate give you a call
Change your mind, change your life
Take a wrong make it right
Take your time when you write
And make a song every night
Watch me make a change just give me a couple years
I can reach the world's ears with this microphone here
One day I'll B at the Ritz
Making noise in this bitch
I wear the shoe cuz it fits
I'm not broke I'm Pre-Rich
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Sip a bottomless, hippopotamus
Thinking could I B this humble if I wasn't this confident
I've known it ever since a kid
The greats knew they were great before anyone else did
And so, I wanna wish my haters the very best
I hope they live a long life to see my success
Thru every dark night only came better weather
And I haven't come down ever since I grew feathers
I'm young, independent, and patient
I'm cut from a different cloth of a fabric they stopped making
I don't listen to much trap shit
I was raised on boom bap shit, you know the classics
As time would have it, I would go on tour
With dudes I loved listening to in middle school
DMX and Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I only had ten minutes but I had it rocking G
I freestyled off the dome and mixed in a written rap
The people f*cked with that, I showed love where I was at
I'm a gangster because I'm myself
I love my life and that's the ultimate wealth
Shouts out to Paul The Barber from LA
Because of you homie I stay golden every day
And now it's getting literal, my gold is habitual
Why do all the great artists die at their pinnacle
I hope not me though, I'm just getting started
I'm real with myself I was born this artist
I used to love sleeping in and lying in bed
But nowadays there's no time man I'm after this bread

I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich

It's embarrassin' there's really no comparison
If that's not clear by now then go and get some Claritin
Don't B long if you don't belong
My excuse is that I'm young and I'm writing songs
People want results without putting in the work
But you can't harvest what you didn't plant, no you can't
Hard work and smart work is the answer
I come from a family of farmers and ranchers
First generation city kid
But you wouldn't guess that by the looks of it
That's why they say don't judge books and shit
I just made another three hundred from Spotify
I got this guys, give me some months and watch it multiply
The residuals is critical, I keep slaying
Made a song years ago, it keep on paying
Cuz it keep on playing, the world keep on changing
But I stay myself and I stay maintaining

I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich, bitch
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich
I'm not broke, I'm pre-rich

Ayo the sky ain't the limit there's no limit at all
You better pick up the phone when fate give you a call
Change your mind, change your life
Take a wrong make it right
Take your time when you write
And make a song every night
Watch me make a change just give me a couple years
I can reach the world's ears with this microphone here
One day I'll B at the Ritz
Making noise in this bitch
I wear the shoe cuz it fits
I'm not broke I'm Pre-Rich
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Writer: BLAKE ROBERT MANKIN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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