RICH IN ALL THE WRONG THINGS — VADYR [Intro — Dark piano, spoken] Money. Power. Women. Respect. Funny how you can get everything you wanted and still feel like something’s missing. [Verse 1 — Technical flow] I want the money in abundance, let the numbers get obnoxious, Used to count the days till payday, now I’m counting what it cost me. I want power, walk in rooms and make the temperature adjust, Have ‘em talking like I’m chosen, never knowing who to trust. I want women, expensive nights, silk sheets and bigger beds, Want respect from every name that counted me for dead. Turn the kid who had no place to sleep to somebody they can’t place, Put a price tag on the pain, let success rewrite my face. I want the crown without the court, the throne without the traitors, All the flowers, none the favors, all the wins, no complications. Top floor, locked doors, black cars, bright lights, Funny how the view gets cheaper when you’re living in the high life. [Hook — Heavy 808s] Money on the table, power in my hands, Women in the room, got the world right where I planned. Everybody knows me, everybody says I’m the man, So why the fuck am I still trying to fill what I can’t? More money, more respect, more expensive everything, I got everything I wanted, still there’s something underneath. I’m rich in all the wrong things, got the world at my feet, But the silence in my head never lets me feel complete. [Verse 2 — Bouncy flow, internal rhymes] I used to think respect was when they watched the way I moved, Now I wonder if they like me or they’re scared of what I’d do. Everybody calls me legend, everybody claims the truth, But it’s hard to tell who’s genuine when everything’s a move. She likes the way I dress, the address, the access, The nights in the suite, the attention, the lavish. I like that she wants me, the body, the madness, But strip away the extras—would we have anything that lasted? I keep the music loud when the room gets quiet, Keep another drink coming if the thoughts get violent. I can buy a better mattress, can’t negotiate with sleep, Put a fortress round the house, still got demons with a key. Big checks, big threats, big names, bigger egos, Gold links, cold drinks, closed hearts, new people. New watch, same thoughts, new house, same demons, Whole team screaming “we made it”—I don’t know what that means yet. [Bridge — Piano only] What happens when they stop watching? When the money can’t talk and the room goes quiet? Would I even know who I am without it? [Verse 3 — Aggressive, rapid flow] I still want the money, don’t mistake me for a preacher, I know what being broke does, I remember every feature. I want power ‘cause I’m tired of feeling powerless and small, Want respect ’cause I remember being nothing to them all. You make a target out of everyone who doubted, Then you hit it, hear the silence, start to wonder what it’s about. You imagined they’d be screaming, you imagined you’d be shouting, But the victory feels different when there’s nobody around you. I could turn a million into ten and keep on chasing, Get applause from every stranger, leave the real ones waiting. Put a price tag on my image, put a lock upon my feelings, Turned my life into a business, now the profit has no meaning. I’ll take the fucking money, let the power come with that, But I’m done pretending status puts a soul inside the bag. I want everything I dreamed of, I just need to face the fact— If I’m empty when I get it, what the fuck am I chasing after? [Final Hook — Full beat] Money on the table, power in my hands, Women in the room, got the world right where I planned. Everybody knows me, everybody says I’m the man, So why the fuck am I still trying to fill what I can’t? More money, more respect, more expensive everything, I got everything I wanted, still there’s something underneath. I’m rich in all the wrong things, got the world at my feet, But the silence in my head never lets me feel complete. [Outro — Beat cuts] I wanted the world to know my name. Never stopped to ask if I’d like the man who made it.
