What’s the point of being rich and dead inside when you don’t have a shawty standin by your side no one to love no one to hug no one to vent I’m sick of no love what’s the point in being rich an dead inside no one to love no one to hug no one to vent I’m sick of no love niggas always hard but they never cry I feel like a monster call me Frankenstein every different day is like a due or die my momma told me a closed mouth don’t get fed but that’s ok cause I’m always gonna make this bread what’s the point in being rich an dead inside when you got Constant things that happen in your mind like when your dead an never really felt alive this weed i smoke got me really freakin high smoking nugs feelin super high in the clouds up in the sky this weed I got makes me super high bitch I’m Superman bitch I can fly
