Ken Carson – Get Rich Or Die Lyrics

Ken Carson Get Rich Or Die Lyrics

Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
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I cop me a house wit a gate, Im getting rich I know these n***** hate
I was starving they ate in my face, now you know how yo medicine taste
This a marathon this not a race, I’m just tryin to find my pace
I get rich or die trying everyday, I get money all kinds of ways
And if I’m not dead, I get to that bread
I call up yo bitch, I just want some head
I just want that top, I don’t want no sex
You know I got guap, I don’t need to flex
My Porsche a droptop, I don’t need the Vette
Yea Push start, ain’t no keys for dat
talking down and we shoot at his head, tried to run and we shot off his leg
These n***** play gangsta but really be scared
You just talk and you soft, you really like Ted
I get high and nod off, I’m offa these meds
I get topped at my pent you ain’t got no bed
boy you don’t pay no rent, you don’t pay for shit
Got Givenchy my shirt and my toes and my legs
Shorty ridin my dick like he came with some pegs
I just been pourin this red, yeah
And this wock, yeah
Shawty suck me up till her jaws lock
Told her baby keep goin, don’t stop
Yeah, that’s just how I roll and I rock
Yeah, I’m rollin off x until I drop
Fuck that bullet proof vest, you get shot in yo top
Swear these n***** be thinkin they cool and they not
These n***** be lame, these n***** be hot
think its a game, boy you could get shot
I got good aim, don’t need a red dot
Try me, ain’t no way he thought I forgot
I was fuckin yo bae and she drop me the dot
She sent the location, yeah, she sent the pin
You went on vacation, my boys, they went in
We took everything left a note that said Ken Car$on
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
Yeah, Aye
I copped me a house wit a gate, Im getting rich I know these n***** hate
I was starving they ate in my face, now you know how yo medicine taste
This a marathon this not a race, I’m just tryin to find my pace
I get rich or die trying everyday, I get money all kinds of ways
And if I’m not dead, I get to that bread
I call up yo bitch, I just want some head
I just want that top, I don’t want no sex
You know I got guap, I don’t need to flex
My Porsche is on top, I don’t need the Vette
Yea Push start, ain’t no keys for dat
I get down and we shoot at his head, tried to run and we shot off his leg

    Lyrics Details:

  • Written by: Anton Martín Mendo, Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Tobias Dekker
  • Album: X
  • Released: 2022