Rags To Riches

Romo We was offside (Offside) We was out of bounds (Out of bounds) Without a hashtag, had a lot of pounds, ayy Had to break it down Split it up like a divorce We stood tall in baggy pants Wasn't takin' no shorts Adapt to it, rap music was taking it's course Before the 'Gram We sold grams and scraped pans Like we fryin' eggs Got homies died in the feds Now Juice got shows at Riverside, no rider Man Leeway All the rules and they with that he-say We gon' run it up like a relay Blowin' that cake just like a B day On God, nigga All my niggas goin' rags to riches They goin' rags to riches on God, nigga All my niggas goin' rags to riches We goin' rags to riches I don't care 'bout what you want, ayy Just let me be me (What?) A gang of fallen soldiers, I'm Still standing on my feet, ayy R-U double-C-D-A W-G They let me off the leash Now I'm ready to eat Okay, my daddy still stuck in Tijuana, ayy I'm just prayin' that I live to See mañana, on my mama, ayy You talkin' peace But my homies ain't droppin' weapons And we still G's but now We Benihana steppin', ayy, go Is there a right way to do the wrong thing? I got my shit together Now I'm in my own lane The type of nigga that'll die For my whole name (That's on Norf) Shout out my pops, that's Big Tak Off that cocaine Ayy, ayy, give me peace, give Me life, give me justice, ayy Roll the dice, gamble, my life I'm like fuck it (What?) I don't trust shit, if I need It, I won't ask you, nigga You know lil' Rucci went From rags to riches, go All a nigga needed was leeway All the rules and they with that he-say We gon' run it up like a relay Blowin' that cake just like a B day On God, nigga All my niggas goin' rags to riches They goin' rags to riches on God, nigga All my niggas goin' rags to riches We goin' rags to riches, oh