Текст песни Road to Riches - Nipsey Hussle
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
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