On this road to Riches Yeah I'm on this road to Riches Yeah, Yeah We on this road to Riches Yeah, Yeah I'm on this Road to Riches Chorus: Yeah I'm hoping I don't fail, and darkness don't prevail, riding down this open trail, on this Road to Riches. I hope that I succeed, Tryna get Free, still thinking bout these G's on this Road to Riches. Cuz life is such a struggle, when you gotta hustle, Mannnn trying not to fumble, on this Road to Riches. I hope I still believe, my faith will never leave me, still living out my dreams, on this Road to Riches. Verse 1: Yeah, and a young brother still boomin, still getting to the paper, don't worry bout me lil nigga imma always get through it. This shallow world I see through it. I'm grateful for my influence. This volume 5, I got all eyes up on my verses & muses. Don't try to play me for stupid. I be cool, but I'm ruthless. My niggas likely the truest, hey we don't jump to conclusions. I stay finessing the pen, then put that verse in the wind. I'm poetically justified, so hope in the driver side, and let me show you how to get that dough. I was born in the 80's baby, Generation Blow, I'm from the South, so you know I'm on my hustle & my flow. They stay scanning through my pages tryna build of their report, but my repertoire is Don Da Da, I control the Shottas. No I'm not a mobsta, I'm just a fire starter. To all my Holy Martyr's, hope we live to see tomorrow, Cause passion we got lots of, hey never will we falter, on this Road to Riches. Chorus: Yeah I'm hoping I don't fail, and darkness don't prevail, riding down this open trail, on this Road to Riches. I hope that I succeed, Tryna get Free, still thinking bout these G's on this Road to Riches. Cuz life is such a struggle, when you gotta hustle, Mannnn trying not to fumble, on this Road to Riches. I hope I still believe, my faith will never leave me, still living out my dreams, on this Road to Riches. Verse 2: Enslaved by this crucifix, A crown of thorns with a bowed head. Cross my heart that's my daily bread. Culture shock, but I'm use to this. My foundation on solid ground. I slips up, get up again. I speak pictures, and I see sound. I go so hard, I can change the wind. When I walk through they feel a cool breeze. Never let em tell you what you need to do. Just do you, and I guarantee. I know niggas wit no degrees, right now got a hunet g's. I know niggas wit three degrees, right now got no cheese. Acting like they on't even know me. Nigga please, I'm on the scene, going hard like a dope fiend. 7thSoana still got a dream. North Charlotte be the home team. Doing just what a nigga pose to do. Legendary like Ali. You can't ride wit me if you got cold feet. Shawdy, Fuck Money, nigga Get Free. If it aint Free don't call me. I'm on a mission cuz talk is cheap. Gotta stay moving these hand & feet. Properly, 12 degrees, Celsius Thats 400 in Fahrenheit (secret meaning) It's our time, we taking flight. I work the room like potpourri, picture me, no cameras please.

Yeah, The Death of the Tribal, mixed with scars from the bible. Perplexing how we invision the love of the eiffel. Falling in love by the eiffel, but we descended from Queens, with the blessings of Kings, being blinded by rivals, so now we worship their idols, the cynical minded, wanna stop us from shining, but man they can’t stop the timing. I was destined for greatness, from the force of defiance. I’m climbing the ladder until I know I’m the highest. I got my gift from the heavens. Those below it, can’t take it, either you wit or against me, your decision won’t break, but man no matter the struggle, I promise I’m gonna make it. I guess I’m tempted by demons, that descended from satan, so I got this infinite love, for all this infamous hating. I’m writing these verses, until the world get tuh shaking. The deepest of prana, from the creation of Brahma, the light in me, see’s the light in you, shawdy Namaste. I’m all in these sound clouds, praying I don’t drown, from the mind of the menace, the philosophical profound. Some niggas gon hold it down, others gon vanish. I was broke and alone, but aye man fuck it i’ll manage. My mamma still love me, my daughter, she straight. She’s the reason I’m grinding, after I registered late, but greed is an ugly one, so I’m watching my plate. They outkasted my name, they tried to shit on the great. But if you broke then go fix it, so you betta go get it, cuz they ain’t giving you shit, over these standard linguistics. Now they decoding my verses, tryna decipher my lyrics. Reversing the weapon, steady attacking my spirit…, but this larger than life force, flows from the inner core. On this never-ending story, while I’m riding on Valcor. Now they screaming they need more, the 5th on the seashore, it retracts with the high tide, the insecure need war. So I’m shielding the light, from the vacuum of night. The plight of my mission, is often tainted with strife. The most ancient of wisdom. From the knowledge of prisms. How tuh separate the spectrum. A homogenous mixture. So now I’m breaking the code, hey like I did it before, and wateva I learn, I promise I will bestow. Upon the face of the waters, the primordial order, in a time of perversion, aye I’m forever a warrior. The descendants of Garvey, Shaka Zulu, and Desmund. We equipped with the knowledge, but we were lacking the essence, and now they claiming they true, but then they lacking the truth. They gravitate to wateva story, they think that they knew, but I refused to be moved, through this ominous cataclysm, the close interactions of the gracian aphorisms. The way of discernment, through the temples of Merchant. The intrepid soul, Eclectic Flow, watch me resurrect the glow. The malefic insistent, I don’t seek for permission. My affectionate views, got me out here resisting, against the claws of oppression, the oppressed is my message. I’m freeing anybody, everybody get blessings. So man no time for debate, we just need the solutions. The lions in the cage, only I can unloose em. Scorched by the sun, but immune to the heat factor. Stolen from the womb, the far cry of the beast master. So where the fuck y’all at? I’m on my A game. Niggas stay the same, but they were screaming they need change. Talking bout revolution, but playing the blame game. Y’all aint no revolutionist, Y’all just want retributions. Youtube scholars, all your research is still inclusive. Repetition how they learn. Repeating just what they do it. Vision a hunet percent, yours is 360. evolving through real shit, y’all just shape shifting….

Yea, uh, and theres a lot of people in this world who gonna need your help so Im guessin I’ll be on my way, on this beautiful day, On this beautiful day, Im guessing I’ll be on my way, cuz theres a lot of people in this world who gonna need your help so I’m guessing I’ll be on my way, on this beautiful Verse 1 Yeah, as the Sun rise over the horizon, Oh how I wish I could be that loyal to the world, so what you mean that you don’t believe, as I get down on my knees, Cause theres a lot of people who didn’t make it this far. They had to live this world early and align with the stars. Now we acting like we aint even part of all. Tryna take it all for granted what we had from the start. So I thank JAH for this open heart, JAH for the sun rays, Thankful for Amazing Grace, and that’s what got me on my way, and that’s why Im hear today, Listen up to what I gotta say, Chorus On this beautiful day, Im guessing I’ll be on my way, cuz theres a lot of people in this world who gonna need my help so I’m guessing I’ll be on my way, on this beautiful day! X2 Verse 2 Yeah, Some things will never change, and some people stay the same, and some gon switch lanes, and some gon stay close, but some gon go away, but its ok, because emotions sway, Just like the seasons our feelings change, Just like the catepillar found his way, Hey, don’t let this world try to clip your wings, you betta go hard for what you truly believe in, We all blessed with reason, so sorry to this world, man but now Im living, it’s time for some new excitement, its time to get lifted off some new enlightenment, Ohhhhh Man, It’s time for a new Heaven It’s time for a new Earth, it’s time for the Re-Birth, the first shall be last, the last shall be first. Chorus On this beautiful day, Im guessing I’ll be on my way, cuz theres a lot of people in this world who gonna need my help so I’m guessing I’ll be on my way, on this beautiful day! X2

Aye, Aye, Aye, Yeah, Yeah, Here we go, Yeah Yeah Verse 1: I pray I never have to make it through this world againnnnn, again, again, so I digs down deep withinnnn, and pull the light from the furnace deep in my soullllll, and pray my warm heart never ever turns cold. Never letcha obstacles keep you from seeing, and hey we all make mistakes, we just human beings. Hey I'm just tryna make a dollar living out my dreams. Aye fuck a record deal, tellem give me 50 g'ssssssss, and I'll bring back a meal without a Jay-Z, hey reach for the top I guarantee the sun ul shineeee, hey never imitating sorry I can only be, I got a one way ticket & it's right on time. Chorus: Yeah, and it's right on time, I got a one way ticket and it's right on time. Hey never imitating sorry I can only be, I got a one way ticket & it's right on time...... Never let em hold you back, Aye never ever let these blood suckers hold you back, Hey never ever let these blood suckers hold you back, Hey never ever, Hey never ever ever. Verse 2: I'm on a mission tryna give my people oxygennnnnnn, hey cause they can't breathe in a world of hopeless mennnnn, and so I script eternal verses with a pensive pennnn, and girl you beautiful no matter what skin you're in. Never let the chains of Babylon hold you down, Hey be courageously you, don't hold jo head down. The drive so bumpy going down these old back roads. I guess that's why these nigga slamming Cadillac dohs, and all they do is this, man they don't dance no mo. I'm 31, but I'm rapping like I'm twenty foh, with the wisdom of a King like I'm ninedy foh, way down at the bottom with a crown of gold. So be bold, be super bold, Don't never let em tell you who you are, always try to play your role, and never fold, never ever give up your soul, and pack an extra blanket cause this world getting very cold.

Ooo yeah, Oooo yeah, ooo yeah, yeah, Ooo yeah e aye e ayyeeee oooo yeah e aye e ayyeeee ooo yeah, ooo yeah, yeah, yeah Verse 1 Over-worked, & under-paid. When its to hot get the fuck out the kitchen. Over-qualified for the role I was given, breaking my back just to make me a killing. A couple hunt pounds everyday I was lifting, 24-7, everyday they were shipping. Can you even try to imagine the feeling, for a whole damn year 50 hours weekly, and the boss barely ever tried to come and speak to me. I think that nigga was low-key racist. Pissing me off tryna test my patience. As soon as a brother get hurt & shit, they wanna go an try to take the piss test on me. Fuck that shit, y’all can keep that there. I got my own doctor where the weed at homie, he got a whole lot of issues cuz he don’t own me, and he can’t clone me. Imma free man, geez man. I’m just trying to eat man, reach fans, yeah But you rather take food up out my mouth, all in my shit like this yo house, kicking my shit like fuck yo couch, but its on… Chorus 2X: yeah Cuz Im all in my zone, ay propaganda don’t mean shit if you can think on your own, so I release through these songs, aye tell my people its on, and they gon never have no problems, Man they fear the unknownnnnnnnn I think they know thats right. They know that’s right, They know that’s right. I think they know thats right. They know that’s right, They know that’s right. I think they know thats right. They know that’s right, They know that’s right, and they just mad cuz we riding these wavessssss. Verse 2 Aye, Back then she didn’t want me, now I’m hot now her friend on me, luckily I don’t do homies, nowadays everybody so lonely, and honestly I don’t care no more, words sound good but actions show, so deep down you gotta let that go, aint nobody bout to ruin my show, so I’m bout to get this whole club jumping, they choosing, I ain’t choosing nothing, all I’m tryna do is grab me sumthin, hold on just to get me started. Hold up don’t get me started, hold on they done got me started, they know imma do the damn thang regardless, and still be the life of the whole damn party. Turn up, don’t turn down, I don’t care who the hell around, Cuz right now I’m in the zone. DJ playing my favorite song. Damn man get the shit right, cuz right now Im feeling fly, Jimmy Snukum, Magic Carpet, Clyde the Glide, I’m tryna slide down her water-slide like right now, go head ease the pain down, cuz its hard out here for a brother now. Forget about the pain of yesterday, and pray when it rains you on solid ground. We still facing that Adversitay, but never ever put your crown down. Only when its your time to fly away, an it’s on, yeah Chorus: yeah Cuz Im all in my zone, ay propaganda don’t mean shit if you can think on your own, so I release through these songs, aye tell my people its on, and they gon never have no problems, Man they fear the unknownnnnnnnn I think they know thats right. They know that’s right, They know that’s right. I think they know thats right. They know that’s right, They know that’s right. I think they know thats right. They know that’s right, They know that’s right, and they just mad cuz we riding these wavessssss. Ooo yeah, Oooo yeah, ooo yeah, yeah, Ooo yeah e aye e ayyeeee oooo yeah e aye e ayyeeee ooo yeah, ooo yeah, yeah, yeah

Riding round these city streets, shining bright like city lights. I don't think she use to me, she aint never met my type. Guess I came up differently, everythang ain't meant to be. So enjoy it while it last, don't waste all of this energy, and if you not reciprocating, it will shut off instantly. Complex, but I keeps it basic, never Thomas Foolery. They stay on that coonery, sorry I can't rock like that. Me I got my own mind, from reading all these paperbacks. Burn rubber til the wheels smoke. So cool make the wind blow. Sit back and just let it flow, let it multiply 10 folds. Put it up for a rainy day, out when the clouds came in. Now I'm sitting back, In this Cadillac wit a cup full of Bombay Gin. Where the hell you been? Pause: (Laughter ... It's going down) Verse 2: Bree Newsome Rounding the corner, when I pull up on ya. Heard it never rains in, Southern California, but I am in the Caroline, where my mind stay on my grind, like all the time, Out here going for mine if it's rain or shine. If you down to ride take a seat in the passenger, driving toward the sun, hating bums bye I'm passing ya. Check the forecast, it's about to rain, I mean Green, cuz my shit is fertilizer on this scene, On the horizon, I'm rising like a ... Dynasties first Queen. Immortalizing with my rhyming, and shifting these paradigms. Shining like diamonds, any tear I ever shed i been refining. They decorate my fingers, when I'm plucking on these strings, As I singggg you a hymn, Bless me Lord, as I'm blessing them....

Denzel Washington as Frank Lucas speaks: "See you are what you are in this world, that's either one or two things. Either you're somebody, or your nobody" 7thSoana talking: So which one do you wanna be, Either the somebody, or the Nobody" "I wanna be somebooooddddeeeyyyyyyy" (screaming in the distance) *** 1st Lyrical Expression *** ~The prelude to the apology~ It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you without a couple grams for your digital scale. A whole year an a half my nigga, I was thinking bout Nineveh, riding deep in the belly of a whale. Running from the light acting like I dont care, only a blind man will act like he dont hear, only a dumb fool will act like he dont fear, but fear is necessary when I'm riding on my adversaries. Tryna convince myself I was nobody, but the whole damn time I was somebody. I been through bullshit just like erbody. One foot in, one foot out, like errbody. So I guess will all somebody's nobody, or maybe nobody's somebody. Anti-Socialism, I was overdosed on tension, and the scene seemed to crowded. Chorus 1 ~The Apology~ ::: mood ::: (In honest opinion) Yeah, So Im sorry for the Anti-Socialism, I was overdosed on tension, and the scene seemed to crowded, ::: mood ::: (In deep regret) Yeah, So Im sorry for the Anti-Socialism, I was overdosed on tension, and the scene seemed to crowded...... *** 2nd Lyrical Expression *** ~The other side of the game~ How I like being nobody, oh how I like being nobody, but that's only in my dreams, when I pull up on the scene, So Fresh, So Clean, Shawdy. Feeling like I'm bout to levitate, and take her higher every step I take, can't wait til' its over, cause a brother getting older, and the club scene makes me wanna hide away. I like contemporary art, and rum cakes. I like psychedelic grooves, & beat breaks. I like vaping in the daytime, chasing the sun away, sipping this hennesay, she know that I'm down to ride. While these old memories fade away on this paper chase, on the fifth of May, Fuck what the pay, tell me what the weight. I got a nigga in the back nobody knows, he just waiting on a date. Chorus 2 ~The story of the nigga in the back~ ::: mood ::: (aggressive; getting something off your chest; they think they know you, but they have no idea) Fuck what the pay, tell me what the weight. I got a nigga in the back nobody knows, he just waiting on a date (x2) ::: mood ::: (exhausted; overexplaining; weary; wanting to give up) Fuck what the pay, tell me what the weight. I got a nigga in the back nobody knows, he just waiting on a date Fuck what the pay, tell me what the weight. I got a nigga in the back nobody knows, he just waiting on a ......... ::: mood ::: (why bother: fade to black; anti-social)

Ayeeeee, Ayeeee, Ayeeeee, I'm just tryna bend these Corners, Ayeee, Ayeee, Ayeeee, I'm just tryna bend these Corners, Ayeee, Ayee, Ayeee, I'm just tryna bend these Corners, Ayee, Ayee, Aye Aye A, Aye Aye A, Aye Aye, A Chours: Sorry Shawdy, I don't need love. Sorry Nigga, I don't need friends. All I want is that Old School, cuz Bihhhhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners. And I on't need fame, and trust me shawdy I don't need rangs. All I need is that open lane, cuz Bihhhhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners. And I don't need sex, unless you tryna come pay me. All I want is some 4's & Vogues, cuz Bihhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners. All I wanna know, can you show me where the money at. Right now, Shawdy ASAP, cuz Bihhhhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners Verse 1: Oo Baby I had a dream. I was back in 1964. I hopped out of my Chevy Chevelle, Super Sport, 4's & Vogues, Bucket seats, Hunet spokes, In my Clairborne Peacoat. Smelling like Garcia Smoke. Midnight Blue, with no remorse. Cream Leather, Wood Grain, looking like a Chocolate Candy Cain. Open lane imma swerve on her, Trunk big she got curves on her. Sliding all on these City Streets. The lime light don't even get to me. Don't act surprise when I Fly by, and you wanna ride, you can't ride for FREE! Aye Aye A, Aye Aye A, Aye Aye, A Chours: Sorry Shawdy, I don't need love. Sorry Nigga, I don't need friends. All I want is that Old School, cuz Bihhhhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners. And I on't need fame, and trust me shawdy I don't need rangs. All I need is that open lane, cuz Bihhhhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners. And I don't need sex, unless you tryna come pay me. All I want is some 4's & Vogues, cuz Bihhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners. All I wanna know, can you show me where the money at. Right now, Shawdy ASAP, cuz Bihhhhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners Verse 2: Ooooooooooooooo It was me, you, & yo mama. Yo cousin too, she had new shoes, steady fucking up a nigga commas. Don't slam the doh, be a little easy, I just paid everything I had. On my new rims, and my car note, I'm broke as hell, but I'm glad. You don't need game when you got rims, cuz all the ladies gon follow. From state to state, never on time, I stay late, That's a side note. I got a big shawdy she like steak, when she ride wit me, we gon get cake. That back-drop, and that trunk shake, steady scratching up a nigga license plate, Gotdamn Aye Chours: Sorry Shawdy, I don't need love. Sorry Nigga, I don't need friends. All I want is that Old School, cuz Bihhhhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners. And I on't need fame, and trust me shawdy I don't need rangs. All I need is that open lane, cuz Bihhhhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners. And I don't need sex, unless you tryna come pay me. All I want is some 4's & Vogues, cuz Bihhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners. All I wanna know, can you show me where the money at. Right now, Shawdy ASAP, cuz Bihhhhhhhh I'm just tryna bend these corners

Yeah, yeah, yeah Chorus: It's Rules to this shit, don't act like you fly my nigga. It's Rules to this shit, don't act like you riding wit mehhhhhh. It's Rules to this shit, don't act like you popping taggggs. It's Rules to this shit, don't act like you drive Jags, Verse 1: Agh .... Agh I'm riding on this magic carpet. Hit reverse, and then I double parked it. Hopped out looking like I came to wreck the party. Everybody acting funny now so I keeps it 100. I could write the illest conscious shit ever, but those complex verses will never make me nothing. Just like half of this bangin ass art up on these walls, back when Kyrie Irving didn't even pass the ball, but Lebron wise & tall, had to show em game, you got a lot of game my nigga, but you ain't got no rangs, and if you ain't got no rangs, you only gon get chump change. You gotta have the heart of a Rebel, the soul of a King. The eye of the tiger, Regal & brighter, but deep inside em lies a sleeping dragon full of fire. A rose from the lighter, It's best to use matches, preserving all the flavor, Fuck a Crown, Get this Paper, Fuck these Haters man. Chorus: It's Rules to this shit, don't act like you fly my nigga. It's Rules to this shit, don't act like you riding wit mehhhhhh. It's Rules to this shit, don't act like you popping taggggs. It's Rules to this shit, don't act like you drive Jags, Verse 2: Agh, Anything I do, I do it wit some class. Pour Shiraz up in my hour glass. Freedom over money, money over ass. I was on some Rebel shit, dodging out and skipping class. Bills due, rent due, baby due, Pampers diapers, Soy milk, Baby food. Mannnnn you don't even know the struggle. Why they put this bullshit on a brother. You can't be the president if you got dreadlocs. That's why they peeping in my Windooowwww ohhh. Nigga tell me whatchu in for? 28 grams & a Cigarello. In New York, they still selling Nicks, Carmello's. That's that Chocolate, & High Yellow. The same Colorway on my Retro's. I'm getting faded riding on the Metro, It's rules to this shit, Yeah yeah, Don't be acting Fly my Nigga.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Chorus 2x: And Im not tryna ask nobody for no help, They got us stuck out here tryna get for ourselves. Sometimes I feel like we the only one's who left, and we ain't got no time to be nobody else. Verse 1: Young black brothers in a pool full of sharks, still tryna pull the sun-light from the dark, but the blackest of nights, bring out the brightest of stars. Suns far & wide now we back to the trap. Where only the strong niggas get the best of the lamb, and niggas still got a couple pounds in they cars, and either get lifted or a couple of charges, and if they don't just get a couple of Chargers. 300 ways man, just like Carver. Either get the butter, or these people gon starve ya. Can't do nothing now you feeling bombarded, but fuck that man do you regardless. Always pay homage to the dearly departed. Gotta always finish what you did, and you started. Gotta get rich, or a nigga gon die tryna, cuz all this hard work won't matter if you stop climbing, so now I'm riding like a mufucking G, either see me or don't sleep, cuz a young brother like me on the creep, come up, pull up, can't be talking bout could of. Do it, straight up, press it, sell it, ship it off my nigga. In the weight room while we pushing up bars, still praying that this hard-work get us far nigga. Chorus 2x: And Im not tryna ask nobody for no help, They got us stuck out here tryna get for ourselves. Sometimes I feel like we the only one's who left, and we ain't got no time to be nobody else. Verse 2: Goldie Spit fire, nigga sleep on me, Vibe out witcho Big Homie. Tryna get mines, man that bitch lying. Late night you sleep, I'm on the creep, Fuck Money, Get Free. Big ups to my O.G., Nigga chill don't O.D. Goldie, Nigga lowkey, No time for Cold feet, Game, to deep, Gotta, get it how u live nigga, Play to me a real nigga, might turn you to a killa. I got em, who shot em, no time boy, these streets cold, I'm trying. Betta grind either way your choice, go for it stop hiding. I'm shining, keep climbing, great timing, stop flexing, no lie, we vibing. So chill, Let's keep the shit real. Wanna be the boss pay the bills, gotta get it how you live. No car, No crib, No mink, No veal. Hard days a lot of tears. Late night tryna trap these skills..... yeah