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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