Road to Riches - Nipsey Hussle

On the road to riches my car fast my bitches bad

My locs on, my beat thump, my pistol stashed

Transition, now their ain’t no looking back

My bro home, my daughter straight, now what more can a nigga ask

Hows it looking?

I’m gon' keep getting cash

Cause I’m like that Rolex 2nd hand behind the crystal glass

Keep moving, keep hustlin' till I see improvement

I know I can’t win 'em all but I can’t keep losing

That’s what I use to tell myself when life seemed useless

When it felt like if I was to change it would be for music

When Pac showed us that the pain we felt was not exclusive

Was in the hood but Sean Carter showed us no excuses

Now kids tell me I’m the reason that they finished school

An if it wasn’t for the marathon they wouldn’t made it through it

All on twitter like nigga go on and drop your new shit

I’m just taking time to make the proper use of my influence

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 and everything I been through

Theme music for young hustlers to get their ends to

The proof to every young nigga banging on what you can do

My, beat banging gold chain swangin'

An all money in is still the song that I’m sanging

Cant fade 'em fame can’t change him

Still screaming fuck a bitch and these bitches can’t blame him

It’s true, he in the game these hoes can’t play him

Respect a nigga pimpin' cause they know he don’t save 'em

Can’t break 'em cause these niggaz ain’t make him

But still they try with all their might but I rebuke you Satan

Lets Pray…