Road to Riches

Look

On the road to riches

My car fast

My bitches bad

My locs on

My beat thump

My pistol stashed

It's transition

Now it ain't no looking back

My bro home

My daughter straight

Now what mo' can a nigga ask?

How's it looking?

I'm gone keep getting cash

Cause I'm like that rolex

Second hand behind the crystal glass

I keep moving, keep puffing till I see improvement

I know that I can't win them all, but I can't keep losing

What I used to tell myself when life seemed useless

When it felt like if I was to change it'd be for music

When Pac showed us that the pain we felt, was not exlusive

Was in the hood, but Shawn Cater showed us no excuses

Kids tell me I'm the reason that they finish school

And if it wasn't for the marathon, they wouldn't have made it through it

All on Twitter like, nigga gone and drop your new shit

I'm just taking the time to make the proper use of my influence

A couple hundred thousand cash, a few haters

Lawyer fees for new cases, and a box of blunts later, I give you

The streets of the straight and latest issue

The update on my state of mind, the everything I been through

Theme music for young hustlers to get they ends to

To prove to every young nigga banging at what you can do

Theme music for young hustlers to get they ends to

To prove to every young nigga banging of what you can do

My

Beat banging

Gold chain swanging

And all money in, still the song that I'm singing

I'm on, can't fade him, fate can't change him

Still screaming fuck a bitch, and these bitches can't blame him

It's true

When you in the game, to these hoes can't play him

Respect a nigga pimpin' cause they know

He don't save them, that's right

Can't brake him cause these niggas ain't making

Still try with all they might, but I rebuke you Satan

Let's pray