Nipsey Hussle - Road To Riches lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle - Road To Riches lyrics]
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 it's looking? I'm gone keep getting cash
Cause, I'm like that Rolex second
Hand behind the crystal glass i keep moving
Keep hustling 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 exclusive was in the hood
But Shawn Carter showed us no excuses
Now kids tell me I'm the
Reason that they finished 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 Illustrated, 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
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 it's looking? I'm gone keep getting cash
Cause, I'm like that Rolex second
Hand behind the crystal glass i keep moving
Keep hustling 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 exclusive was in the hood
But Shawn Carter showed us no excuses
Now kids tell me I'm the
Reason that they finished 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 Illustrated, 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