Kool G Rap - Road To The Riches (ft. DJ Polo) | Текст песни

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• Road To The Riches (ft. DJ Polo)

When I was five years old I realized there was a road
At the end I will win lots of pots of gold
Never took a break, never made a mistake
Took time to create cos there’s money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers
Been through hard times, even worked part time
In a ... store sweeping floors for dimes
I was sort of a porter takin the next man’s order
Breaking my back for a shack for headquarters
All my manpower for four bucks an hour
Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough
But I’ma rock it til my pockets ain’t stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn’t speak cos my checks was weak
They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek
A way to get a play, and maybe one day
I’ll be performin up a storm for a decent pay
No matter how it seems I always kept the dream
All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed
Dreamed about it for five years straight
Finally I got a break and cut my first plate
The road ain’t yellow and there ain’t no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I’m on the road to the riches

I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock
Money bustin out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
The cash was coming fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the blast that don’t even last
Didn’t want to be involved but the money will getcha
Getting richer and richer, the police took my picture
But I still supplied, some people I knew died
Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide
Money, jewelry, living like a star
And I wasn’t too far from a jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town’s al pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy valentino
I shot up stores and I kicked down doors
Collecting scars from little neighborhood wars
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked I let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad
In the first time in my life loanin money to dad
Now the table’s turned and my lifestyle switches
My name is Kool G Rap, I’m on the road to the riches

A thug a-mugs for drugs, he eventually bugs
Looking for crack on carpets and rugs
The squealers tells but the dealer still sells
Little spoiled kids inheritin oil wells
I was the type on the opposite side
Of smoking the pipe, in a beef I got hype
Cos rags to riches switches men to witches
Become stitches, body bags in ditches
Bloodshed, I painted the town red
People fled as I put a dread’s head to bed
That mean’s dead, in other words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got released
Bombs were planted, the kids were kidnapped
In fact that was a way to get back
At enemies who tried to clock g’s
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