[Intro] 
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 [bad word] 
Hands too small to button the buttons my father often fastened 
While speaking on his dreams and ambitions although I could never understand 
There [bad word] that I listened, with mention to be better than him 

[Verse 1] 
Be a better man in the world of negligence 
Pedophilic malvolence, don't [bad word] your reverend 
When they settling for settlements 
Lock your doors, shut your windows, don't let the devil in 
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 [bad [bad word] amok - be celibate 
Only 14 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, pushin' 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 [bad word] wasn't ready for kids, that's what he told me 

[Bridge] 
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 

[Verse 2] 
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 [bad word] 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 

[Bridge]