Rich Dad, Poor Dad Lyrics - Live From The Underground - Big K.r.i.t.

Remember a child's places 

What I often heard while asking 

About the things 

No adolescent could imagine 

Trying on the pants of a man 

I had not yet become 

Hands too small to button the buttons 

My father often fastened 

While speaking on his dreams and ambitions 

Although I could never understand 

There was comfort that I listened 

With mention to be better than him 

Be a better man in the world of negligence 

Pedophilic malevolence, don't trust your reverend 

When they settling for settlements 

Lock your doors, shut your windows, don't let the devil in 

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The media graffiti-a with relishments 

Money, cars, and clothes, I suppose what successful is 

They say so you're oats, it's natural to experiment 

But don't get stuck and fucking run amok, be celibate 

Only fourteen when I first cut 

I wasn't her first, I had to strap up 

And thank God for them condoms that my papa gave me 

'Cause a convo 'bout birds and bees wouldn't save me 

From a child I couldn't shoulder, pushing in a stroller 

Down the streets of 3OB while all my homies asked to hold 'em 

Proceed to play ball, when he cried I can't console him 

I truly wasn't ready for kids, that's what he told me 

I had a rich dad, poor dad 

I had a rich dad, poor dad 

I had a rich dad, poor dad 

I had a rich dad, poor dad 

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Never in a sense of money spent 

Christmas trees are beautiful without presents up under them 

Lead by example, don't get caught up in the rapture 

Life is just a raffle, mostly pain, but some laughter 

The older that you get, it's even harder to believe 

No superheroes on TV you used to see 

Remember that I told you slow down, control your speed 

The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee 

I remember when I fell from my first bike 

There were no "are you okays" and rarely "are you alrights" 

Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel 

That's when I realized that getting up is only half the battle 

The fear of falling off will haunt me well into my teens 

The moment that the world took a shit upon my dreams 

'Cause money is the root and love is all we had 

In fact, I'm glad, I had a rich dad, poor dad 

I had a rich dad, poor dad 

I had a rich dad, poor dad 

I had a rich dad, poor dad 

I had a rich dad, poor dad