Get Gwop - Road to Riches lyrics

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Ft. Minty Burns

(Intro)

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She lies there in the dead of night

Looking at you with an eye open script

She never sleeps and she's jealous

Paying close close attention to

When you wake up in the mornin'

She's not gonna remember

(Verse)

All my bitches been had a freaky side

And all my money been had a greedy mind

Even though they're made on a speedy grind

They don't get the message, they don't read through the graffiti lines

Thank God I neva finished college, tho

Thank God I neva made the honor roll

Cuz I end up workin' for you

And I prolly wouldn't even make enough to feel comfortable

And now on tour in Kuala Lumpur

And shout to all the male want a quanto-saurus

She ask me where I get my name from, told her

Wrote it on a pack of zig-zags and placed one

Uh

(Hook)

It's that real dope shit, it's the one

It's the Superbowl, field go kit

With yo kid knocked down

Can you go and stay lit

Drop this, but on the album say real shit

Uh, all my life I do whateva I feel

And only fuck with people that wanna build

Till it's taller than a skyscraper

Hi, hater, my team major in grain grader

From T-Dot to Shy Town, we be major

Your lifestyle is lived inside of a simulator

You the rap game's new inter major

(Verse 2: Minty Burns)

Road to the riches, gas up and hit the pedal down

Fast, tryna figure what I'm pedallin'

Cuz I got a plug in the Netherland

And my shootas is cool, I can get to meddlin'

I gotta hustle for my daughter

Already a felon, so I'm sellin' marijuana

But I keep a felon on me, everyday can be a goner

I learned to be a loner, preferred to be a stoner

Whip on whip, made that sofa hard

Age all walk em through like a crossing guard

I'mma get this money till they cross my arms

Foreign clip on my hip, that'll even the odds

Got a bitch in a foreign, gotta take that charge

Do it soft with a foreigner, I gotta think God

Uh, now the verve is penny(?) and my birds is minty

They ain't let me in the game, they would neva consent me

Were you heavy in the came? With you niggas is memories

You create renemies when you niggas not similes

You lame niggas can neva put it into me

Guapo