Lirik Lagu Road To The Riches - Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo
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Verse One:
When I was five years old I realized there was a roadAt the end I will win lots of pots of goldNever took a break never made a mistakeTook time to create cos there's money to makeTo be a billionaire takes hard work for yearsSome nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayersBeen through hard times even worked part timeIn a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for dimesI was sort of a porter takin the next man's orderBreakin my back for ?a shack for headquarters?All my manpower for four bucks an hourTook the time, I wrote rhymes in the showerShoes are scoffed cos the road gets roughBut I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't stuffed enoughAll the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was weakThey would turn the other cheek so I started to seekA way to get a play, and maybe one dayI'll be performin up a storm for a decent payNo matter how it seems I always kept the dreamAll the girlies scream and suckas get creamedDreamed about it for five years straightFinally I got a break and cut my first plateThe road ain't yellow and there ain't no witchesMy name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
Verse Two:
I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rockMoney bustin out my sock cos I really would clockThey were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeansMagazines, anything, just to hustle for beansThe cash was comin fast, money grew like grassPeople hungry for the blast that don't even lastDidn't want to be involved but the money will getchaGettin richer and richer, the police took my pictureBut I still supplied, some people I knew diedMurders and homicides for bott
When I was five years old I realized there was a roadAt the end I will win lots of pots of goldNever took a break never made a mistakeTook time to create cos there's money to makeTo be a billionaire takes hard work for yearsSome nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayersBeen through hard times even worked part timeIn a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for dimesI was sort of a porter takin the next man's orderBreakin my back for ?a shack for headquarters?All my manpower for four bucks an hourTook the time, I wrote rhymes in the showerShoes are scoffed cos the road gets roughBut I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't stuffed enoughAll the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was weakThey would turn the other cheek so I started to seekA way to get a play, and maybe one dayI'll be performin up a storm for a decent payNo matter how it seems I always kept the dreamAll the girlies scream and suckas get creamedDreamed about it for five years straightFinally I got a break and cut my first plateThe road ain't yellow and there ain't no witchesMy name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
Verse Two:
I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rockMoney bustin out my sock cos I really would clockThey were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeansMagazines, anything, just to hustle for beansThe cash was comin fast, money grew like grassPeople hungry for the blast that don't even lastDidn't want to be involved but the money will getchaGettin richer and richer, the police took my pictureBut I still supplied, some people I knew diedMurders and homicides for bott
