From the recording The Yellow Tape: Soul-A-Rise
Lyrics
Road to the riches
I Got my eyes on the money
Skies looking sunny
Got so much drive
Bout to fly out the country
Break the weed down
How I grind it’s a must
Yeah we getting higher
But that’s lust
You don’t love me
You know I’m hungry
Where the munchies
I just need the chips
Out in Vegas
Yeah a nigga just dipped
Y’all was whipping that white
I was whipping that white 6
With my chick
In the passenger
Passing the spliff
180 on the dash
Doing half of it
In the fast lane
It’s no accident
I’m supposed to here
You still stuck in traffic
Grind till i crash
Never was I sleep
I just needed a nap
Road to the riches
We just needed a map
They aint even give us that
Brody said he had a pack
For the gas
Took a toll on our mind
We was strapped
Tryna play it safe
Cause these niggaz got road rage
And I’m tryna make it home
Hitting no brakes
All green lights on a hater
Go away
Got my spot at the top
It’s a one way
Niggaz tried to block the road
Had to reroute
And I hit a lot of hoes
Thats a detour
Plus I brung sand to the seashore
You can’t have me now
Had you before
So if you wanna leave better be sure
Cause if I drop you off
I ain’t coming back
Now you eating Wendy’s
Watch me double stack
Then ima double that
Can’t double back
In this Bach
And my back up lookin like a snack
And she Tryna get ate
And I’m with that
Sit back
Had to see it coming how I hit that
See I’m just different
And for the longest they tried to make me feel like i wasn’t enough
You know
Like this ain’t what I do
Just cause they can’t do it
But I don’t try to do what you do
So why would you do it
Niggaz is weird
And I ain’t the time
Minds on minding mine
And my eyes
Let you I got a lot of pride
I got a lot heart
And I’m hella smart
Used to be the glue
But we fell apart
Thought you could do better
I encouraged the start
You started doing more
Downplaying my part
Now you doing the most
Oh you think you the star
It’s all good
I ain’t tripping
You high and the sky’s the limit
Im fly and I’m flying in it
Had survivors guilt
But now I’m thriving in it
This the road I built
I’m designing it
Ima drive on it
And my rides tinted
Cause I got so much pain
I might cry in it
money is the tissue
When I’m drying it
Yeah I’m fine bitches
I’m
On the road to riches
Pot holes and ditches
Truckloads of bitches
Head on collisions
Im pistol whipping
When you thinkin bout me
You should be thinkin driven
He’s committed
Don’t need no wishes
On this yellow brick road to riches
Part 2
Rags to riches on this road to riches
Love and war
I’m just a soldier in the trenches
I wanted more
They told me I would never get it
I
Wanted it more
It’s in my genes
This shit expensive
Not to mention
Used to have to ask for extensions
Connected extension cords
To the neighbors
Them was ma niggas
Sparking me up
When I was down
Tryna lift it
All this shit
And no proper fire prevention
That’s how my grandmom house burned down
I moved out a few weeks before it happened
I was at work
And I
They told me she jumped out of the window
At 78 years old
Peep the mental
Always the option to fold
But it ain’t that simple
If you live you gotta live with
What you lived through
Fuck what you could’ve
Look what you did do
On magazine covers
They don’t know I got some issues
I’m turning the pages
Counting this paper
Crossing my T’s
And dotting my i’s
Doing it major
She crossing her eyes
I’m grabbing her T’s
Putting in labor
Plus I
came to fuck up ya world
Cause y’all niggaz haters
I’m perfect tryna get greater
Just so I can break down the cheese
We need a pizza
Papers full affirmations
Thankful in my prayers
Bagging up an onion
Understanding all my layers
Looking crazy
Deep thinking
Didn’t mean to stare
Anxiety
Even a solid nigga get scared
I’m just the type still do something
Always for peace but understanding the violence
And we’ll move sumn
Always pulled up in a new sumn
With a new sumn
They they fuck y’all
It’s a 2 sumn
3 sumn in the morning
On my 4th 8th
5th of that
1800
Coconut
Mixed with lemonade
M J
The real renegade
You throwing dirt on my name
I find comfort in the shade
Smoking weed
I’m from the garden state
My family tree is
Would leave you amazed
It’s amazing I give praise
For these fucked up conditons
That we was raised in
We never caved in
Y’all was cave men
We was brave
Fucking bitches in the lake
Right in front ya face
It’s “Due 4 You” nigga
All my niggaz Great
And you can hate
Just keep that shit inside ya face nigga