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
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