[Intro:]
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Remember a child's places what I often heard while asking
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About the things no adolescent could imagine
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Trying on the pants of a man I had not yet become
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Hands too small to button the buttons my father often fastened
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While speaking on his dreams and ambitions although I could never understand
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There was comfort that I listened, with mention to be better than him
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[Verse 1:]
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Be a better man in the world of negligence
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Pedophilic malvolence, don't trust your reverend
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When they settling for settlements
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Lock your doors, shut your windows, don't let the devil in
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The media graffiti-a with relishments
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Money, cars, and clothes I suppose what successful is
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They say so you're oats, it's natural to experiment
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But don't get stuck and fucking run amok - be celibate
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Only 14 when I first cut
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I wasn't her first, I had to strap up
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And thank God for them condoms that my papa gave me
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Cause a convo 'bout birds and bees wouldn't save me
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From a child I couldn't shoulder, pushin' in a stroller
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Down the streets of 3OB while all my homies asked to hold 'em
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Proceed to play ball, when he cried I can't console him
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I truly wasn't ready for kids, that's what he told me
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[Bridge:]
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I had a rich dad, poor dad
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I had a rich dad, poor dad
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I had a rich dad, poor dad
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I had a rich dad, poor dad
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[Verse 2:]
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Never in a sense of money spent
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Christmas trees are beautiful without presents up under them
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Lead by example, don't get caught up in the rapture
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Life is just a raffle, mostly pain, but some laughter
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The older that you get, it's even harder to believe
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No superheroes on TV you used to see
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Remember that I told you slow down, control your speed
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The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee
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I remember when I fell from my first bike
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There were no "are you okays" and rarely "are you alrights"
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Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel
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That's when I realized that getting up is only half the battle
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The fear of falling off will haunt me well into my teens
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The moment that the world took a shit upon my dreams
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Cause money is the root, and love is all we had
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In fact, I'm glad, I had a rich dad, poor dad
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[Bridge]
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Rich Dad, Poor Dad
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Big KRIT |