Dead or alive They found a dirty faced kid in a garbage can And I'm alone And I'm on the highway Wanted dead or alive We was broke and hungry on a summer day They sent the sheriff down to try and drive us away We was sittin' ducks for the police man I'm

You ain't in that Maybach, boy you flexin' The way my diamonds fight, you think they Tekken I'm Rich Forever, man it is a blessing Don't try to snatch my chain, I up my weapon Fuckin' hoes, takin' no names Play a bitch just like a game Must be geeking

Okay, 1-2-3, yeah, I just popped a bean Okay, 4-5-6, yeah, eight hoes on my dick Niggas salty and they hatin' 'cause Lil Purpp is young and rich And my girl got a girl but her tongue got my kids I just jumped up in that Jag, we smoke Woods, not no Zigs

That's just the way of the world They gonna keep on twiddlin' them thumbs Skiddly-dee-da-dum-dum Skiddly-dee-da-dum (skiddly-dee-da-dum) And so, they keep on twiddlin' them thumbs 'Cause that's just the way of the world It never ends till the end, then

In this thirty five mile an hour town Mama locked the door last night For the first time in all of her years I said mama you gotta be kidding me She said things ain’t like they used to be round here You just wouldn’t believe it Kids growing up without

They build it up just to burn it back down They seem wild but they are so tame Let's go downtown and watch the modern kids Let's go downtown and talk to the modern kids They will eat right out of your hand Using great big words that they don't understand

Rich Forever gettin' more bands I put that bitch on a stretcher Scraping the bowl for the extras Pockets they stuffed with the extras We got the paper like too many lectures I'm the professor I just pulled up in a foreign New level, ya dig

Hey hey hey Living like we're renegades Renegades, renegades And I say hey, hey hey hey Run away with me Lost souls and reverie Running wild and running free Two kids, you and me

You might look just like 'em, that don't mean you're like 'em But you love 'em Family is family, in church or in prison You get what you get, and you don't get to pick 'em They might smoke like chimneys, but give you their kidneys Yeah, friends come in

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't