Road to Riches

Look, on the road to riches, my car fast, my bitches bad

My locs on, my beat thumb, my pistol stashed

It's transition, now it's ain't no looking back

My bro home, my daughter straight, now what more can a **** ask?

How's it looking? I'm gon' keep getting cash

'Cause I'm like that Rolex, second hand behind the crystal glass

I keep moving, keep hustling 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 exclusive

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, "****, go on 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 Illustrated, latest issue

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

Theme music for young hustlers to get they ends to

The prove to every young **** banging at what you can do

Theme music for young hustlers to get they ends to

The prove to every young **** banging at 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 **** pimpin' 'cause they know he don't save them, that's right

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

Still try with all they might, but I rebuke you, Satan, let's pray