Riches, Royalty, Respect
In My Life
Kool G Rap
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[Verse 2]
I used✦ to stand on the block sellin'✦ cooked✦ up rock
Money✦ bustin'✦ out my sock 'cause I really✦ would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringin' jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything just to hustle up beans
The cash was comin'✦ fast, money✦ grew like grass
People hungry✦ for the blast that don't even✦ last
Didn't wanna be involved but the money✦ will get ya
Gettin'✦ richer✦ and richer,✦ the police✦ took my picture
But I still supplied, some people I knew died
Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide
Money,✦ jewelry, livin'✦ like a star
And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar✦ car
In a small-time casino,✦ the town's Al Pacino✦
For all of the girls, a pretty✦ boy Valentino
I shot up stores✦ and I kicked✦ down doors
Collected scars from little neighborhood wars
Many✦ legs I broke, many✦ necks I choked✦
And if provoked, I let the pistol✦ smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Sellin'✦ nickels and dimes✦ in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad, from my shoes to my pad
In the first time in my life, loanin'✦ money✦ to dad
Now the table's✦ turned✦ and my lifestyle✦ switches✦
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the Road To The Riches✦
[Verse 3]
A thug will mugs for drugs, he eventually bugs
Lookin'✦ for crack on carpets and rugs
The squealers tells but the dealer✦ still sells
Little spoiled kids inheritin' oil wells
I was the type on the opposite side
Of smokin'✦ the pipe, in a beef I got hype
'Cause rags to riches✦ switches✦ men to witches✦
Become✦ stitches,✦ body✦ bags in ditches✦
Bloodshed, I painted the town red
People fled as I put a dread's head to bed
That means dead, in other✦ words deceased✦
Face got erased,✦ bullets got released✦
Bombs were planted and kids were kidnapped
In fact, this was a way to get back
At enemies who tried to clock G's
On my block, now they forever knock Z's
Plans of rampages went for ages✦
Some got knocked and locked✦ inside✦ cages✦
Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts
In God we trust, now rots to rust
Bust caps to cops, policeman drops
They blew off his top when the pistol✦ went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rollin'✦ like boulders
Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder✦
Some young male put in jail
His lawyer's so good, his bail is on sale
Lookin'✦ at the hourglass, how long can this power✦ last?
Longer✦ than my song but he already fell
He likes✦ to eat hearty,✦ party✦
Be like John Gotti, and drives✦ a Maserati
Rough in the ghetto,✦ but in jail he's Jello✦
Mellow,✦ yellow✦ fellow,✦ tell or hell, hello✦
One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate✦
The judge states,✦ "Ship him upstate, by the Great Lakes"✦
And than a-wait✦ and wait and wait
Until✦ he breaks, that's all it takes✦
So he fakes✦ to be a man, but he can't stand
On his own two feet because now he's in a new land
Rules✦ are different and so is life
When you think with a shank, talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle,✦ so I made a U-turn✦
The more money✦ I earn, more money✦ to burn
Pushin'✦ all buttons, pullin'✦ all switches✦
My name is G Rap, I'm on the Road To The Riches✦
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