Rich Dad Poor Dad

[Verse 1]
I Haven't been making time for my family and at sometimes I regret it
Chasing paper
Yet missing out on times I should cherish
I remember thinking of times I thought momma would perish
And leave us like daddy
Unhappy
Without shit to inherit
Working at Wendy's not a stock in the company
Or pussy popping for money
Flocking and dropping my undies
Funny
Thought about poppy
While reading novels by Robert Kiyosaki as hobbies
Like look a Billy and Miley
Worth ahalf a billion probably
Really worth more
Then back to my pops
Who left me dirt poor
Negus don't manage their money
Negus just damage their monеy
Niggas just make it rain & complain
They don't make plans with thеir money
Niggas just stunt for like a month like their the man with their money
Then wait 11 more at the door of Uncle Sam for their money
I know negus out the hood that pull a scam for their money
Before Landlord kick him out sorta like Pam for their money
Get caught/ can't pay it back go on the lamb for their money
Get killed/ now their selling fish plates to help the fam with they money
And my family wonder why Im always out in the streets
Cause I ain't satisfied depending on nobody to eat
Face it
The way I live pretty soon
I'll be probably deseaced
And if I leave a kid
ShIT bet his pockets be deep
Cause I don't want my unborn talking about copping a key
I did that
I pray that shIt stopping with me
I sold drugs like Bobby Jindal sold dreams
I can't die broke shit owed that to my old fiends
A contradiction they tell you to join the workforce
Why so I could end up like you?