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Road to Riches

Remember them times when we were down Real ghetto dude's came from the slum Enemies just waiting for us to come around Them day's you could never move without a gun Now that we're up they know its smoke Pushing coke and dope the streets was our hope People look up to us like we're the pope We stand our ground and climb that slope Now we are at the top they label us the goat Everyone around me screaming never broke again For we have overcome our pain And rise to the top for a better name They say we have tame the game Since we came in for the money and not the fame Road to riches

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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