Now this my song on the road to riches
No cheat codes I made out the trenches
G O D, I don't deserve with all this sinning
I'm winning n it's thrilling yet it's slowly kill-in
Lost a lot, now it's feeling...like I'm back on top
Found stability, a nine to five
Great job
Had a five year plan...completed
Just like an exam
Accomplished so much, music pop-pin, everybody's a fan
I'm still putting in work, A man
"only does what he can."
Looking out for myself, while looking out for the fam
Never know when the grave-comes, so I write lyrics in my hand
When I reside with my death bed....I'll finally understand
Till then....play monopoly, continue to I invest in land
In my house hold, guaranteed....always the man
Been astute with the plan, I know the fam understands
Trynna touch a band, others reaching out they hand
Failing all my leaders...Slip a hit, I'm feeling stoic
All those hard times, writing....turnt me to a poet
Fervent for this music...still feeling at my lowest
Convivial conversations, I deliver in those moments
When it comes to my brothas, my music be the dopest
Lost my brotha Tocho, iced out, he was da coldest
On them hunts to get away, on bikes I was the slowest
Enrolled himself, the (plug), marijuana was so potentttttttttt
Becoming a grower, more competition than opponents
Noticed books were knowledge, transition, I had to focus
Getting rich quick, cmon, That plan is Bogus
One for all, two to Ball, three to never fall
Never switch on your homies, unless you wanna brawl
Ethereal of it all, no such thing, respect to small
Im the one you call, king of all to break them walls
If they speak on my name
Just know its false
The Reveal AKA N8 - Road To Riches Lyrics
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Now this my song on the road to riches
No cheat codes I made out the trenches
G O D, I don't deserve with all this sinning
I'm winning n it's thrilling yet it's slowly kill-in
Lost a lot, now it's feeling...like I'm back on top
Found stability, a nine to five
Great job
Had a five year plan...completed
Just like an exam
Accomplished so much, music pop-pin, everybody's a fan
I'm still putting in work, A man
"only does what he can."
Looking out for myself, while looking out for the fam
Never know when the grave-comes, so I write lyrics in my hand
When I reside with my death bed....I'll finally understand
Till then....play monopoly, continue to I invest in land
In my house hold, guaranteed....always the man
Been astute with the plan, I know the fam understands
Trynna touch a band, others reaching out they hand
Failing all my leaders...Slip a hit, I'm feeling stoic
All those hard times, writing....turnt me to a poet
Fervent for this music...still feeling at my lowest
Convivial conversations, I deliver in those moments
When it comes to my brothas, my music be the dopest
Lost my brotha Tocho, iced out, he was da coldest
On them hunts to get away, on bikes I was the slowest
Enrolled himself, the (plug), marijuana was so potentttttttttt
Becoming a grower, more competition than opponents
Noticed books were knowledge, transition, I had to focus
Getting rich quick, cmon, That plan is Bogus
One for all, two to Ball, three to never fall
Never switch on your homies, unless you wanna brawl
Ethereal of it all, no such thing, respect to small
Im the one you call, king of all to break them walls
If they speak on my name
Just know its false
No cheat codes I made out the trenches
G O D, I don't deserve with all this sinning
I'm winning n it's thrilling yet it's slowly kill-in
Lost a lot, now it's feeling...like I'm back on top
Found stability, a nine to five
Great job
Had a five year plan...completed
Just like an exam
Accomplished so much, music pop-pin, everybody's a fan
I'm still putting in work, A man
"only does what he can."
Looking out for myself, while looking out for the fam
Never know when the grave-comes, so I write lyrics in my hand
When I reside with my death bed....I'll finally understand
Till then....play monopoly, continue to I invest in land
In my house hold, guaranteed....always the man
Been astute with the plan, I know the fam understands
Trynna touch a band, others reaching out they hand
Failing all my leaders...Slip a hit, I'm feeling stoic
All those hard times, writing....turnt me to a poet
Fervent for this music...still feeling at my lowest
Convivial conversations, I deliver in those moments
When it comes to my brothas, my music be the dopest
Lost my brotha Tocho, iced out, he was da coldest
On them hunts to get away, on bikes I was the slowest
Enrolled himself, the (plug), marijuana was so potentttttttttt
Becoming a grower, more competition than opponents
Noticed books were knowledge, transition, I had to focus
Getting rich quick, cmon, That plan is Bogus
One for all, two to Ball, three to never fall
Never switch on your homies, unless you wanna brawl
Ethereal of it all, no such thing, respect to small
Im the one you call, king of all to break them walls
If they speak on my name
Just know its false
Writer: Nathan Ramos
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid