Name: Self Trained for Riches
Duration: 2 min 52 s
Channel: Words Cwij & Kapheegee
Description: "Self Trained for Riches" is a song by Cwij. Cwij Feat. Kapheegee. Beat supplied by Cold as Ice Records. Recorded and mixed by Kapheegee.

Self Trained for Riches

Cwij

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Cwij Feat. Kapheegee. Beat supplied by Cold as Ice Records. Recorded and mixed by Kapheegee.

love family rap music real heavy dirty hate god bud cash cold poor riches southern rapper

Cwij

Poor, Riches, Cash, Family, Love, Hate, Rap, Heavy, Bud, God,Life, Everything, Deep,Southern Rapper, Dirty, Cold as Ice and a couple of then somes more!

I hope you enjoy the music, words, and art. May we meet again on my next mix.

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap

Charts

#16,709 in subgenre Peak #128

Charts

Peak #1,202

Author

Words Cwij & Kapheegee

Rights

2006 Cold as Ice Records

Uploaded

July 08, 2006

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 2:52

Story behind the song

This song is about being very poor and having to do, myself, what I couldn't afford to pay other people to do. and learning valuable trades in the process and turning that into riches. Im almost up a forth from the bottom.

Lyrics

I wish I had a working wishing well, but that ain't the case
so I hustle and struggle to keep ahead of the pace.
I got several different trades yet barely get paid 
sometimes it makes me wonder 'bout the family I made
with the cost of gas, wife and kids needin' clothes
all these bills pilein'  up, my damn heart might explode,
and that might be all she wrote, cuz you just don't ever know.
and then who's left broke with the note still to tote
see, that ain't an option, so I sweat like I got some.
though I'm broke beat and got some.
abscent minded so I'm prone to stray from the path.
but, I always spring back, packin options out the ass.
pave my own way to cash so I can fuckin' relax
and get these Goddamn bill collectors off of my back!
Draw up a plan.....test it and run.
make sure to research so it'll all be fun.
these are hard times here but I don't plan on a loss.
from flunky, to middle man, and on up to boss.

I'm poor but self trained for riches.
from rope, to wood, to brick bridges.
I'm poor but trained to be rich!
My money countin' fingers itch.

I might fall a few times, get up and brush off my knees
and take a breath deep enough to suck the leaves off trees.
then it's back on the grind for all the cash I can find.
I'm tryin' to set myself for life damn some just gettin' by.
It's been a long country road tryin' to make it to town,
but, I'm here and I intend on gettin' deep south down
ignition switches engage, rage up out the cage.
show you what my pencil said to my pages.
so real it is ageless, bright despite it's vagueness.
later on you click and get it, thinkin, this crackers genious.
but, I'm just the strangest white boy with a penis,
but mess with my cash and you gonna see me the meanist!
I don't want, or aim to piss you off,
but, if you get in my way, then, out my way you get tossed.
& that's what the past is, I'm on to the next biz.
flyin' through life until my plane fuckin' crashes, and,
I fly out the wreckage, in the wind as my ashes.
until that day just point me where the cash is.

I'm poor but self trained for riches.
from rope, to wood, to brick bridges.
I'm poor but trained to be rich!
My money countin' fingers itch.

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