“Road to the Riches” – Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Posted By on June 9, 2017 in Lyrics | 0 comments

[Music Video Intro]

Nephew: “Uncle G Rap, when I grow up, I want to be a rapper and a gangster, just like you.”

Kool G Rap: “No, no, see, you can be a rapper but can’t be a gangster. You don’t want to be a gangster”

[Verse 1]

When I was five years old I realized there was a road

At the end I will win lots of pots of gold

Never took a break, never made a mistake

Took time to create cause there’s money to make

To be a billionaire takes hard work for years

Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer

Been through hard times, even worked part time

In a Key Food store sweeping floors sometimes

I was sort of a porter taking the next man’s orders

Breaking my back for a shack for headquarters

All my manpower for four bucks an hour

Took my time and wrote rhymes in the shower

Shoes are scuffed cause the road gets rough

But I’mma rock it cause my pockets ain’t stuffed enough

All the freaks wouldn’t speak cause my checks were weak

They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek

A way to get a play, and maybe one day

I’ll be performing up a storm for a decent pay

No matter how it seems, I always kept the dream

All the girlies screamed and suckers get creamed

Dreamed about it for five years straight

Finally I got a break to cut my first plate

The road ain’t yellow and it ain’t no witches

My name is Kool G Rap, I’m on the road to the riches


[Verse 2]

I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock

Money busting out my sock cos I really would clock

They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans

Magazines, anything, just to hustle up beans

The cash was coming fast, money grew like grass

People hungry for the blast that don’t even last

Didn’t want to be involved but the money will get ya

Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture

But I still supplied, some people I knew died

Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide

Money, jewelry, living like a star

And I wasn’t too far from a Jaguar car

In a small-time casino, the town’s Al Pacino

For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino

I shot up stores and I kicked down doors

Collected scars from little neighborhood wars

Many legs I broke, many necks I choked

And if provoked I let the pistol smoke

Loyal members in a crew now down with the game

Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain

What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad

In the first time in my life loaning money to dad

Now the table’s turned and my lifestyle switches

My name is Kool G Rap, I’m on the road to the riches


[Verse 3]

A thug will mugs for drugs, he eventually bugs

Looking for crack on carpets and rugs

The squealers tells but the dealer still sells

Little spoiled kids inheriting oil wells

I was the type on the opposite side

Of smoking the pipe, in a beef I got hype

Cause rags to riches switches men to witches

Become stitches, body bags in ditches

Bloodshed, I painted the town red

People fled as I put a dread’s head to bed

That means dead, in other words deceased

Face got erased, bullets got released

Bombs were planted and kids were kidnapped

In fact this was a way to get back

At enemies who tried to clock G’s

On my block, now they forever knock Z’s

Plans of rampages went for ages

Some got knocked and locked inside cages

Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts

In God we trust, now rots to rust

Bust caps to cops, policeman drops

You blew off his top when the pistol went pop

Troopers, soldiers, rolling like boulders

Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder

Some young male put in jail

His lawyer so good his bail is on sale

Looking at the hourglass, how long can this power last

Longer than my song but he already fell

He likes to eat hearty, party

Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati

Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he’s Jello

Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello

One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate

But just stay, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes

And than a-wait and wait and wait

Until he breaks, that’s all it takes

So he fakes to be a man, but he can’t stand

On his own two feet because now he’s in a new land

Rules are different and so is life

When you think with a shank, talk with a knife

Not my lifestyle so I made a U-turn

More money I earn, more money to burn

Pushing all buttons, pulling all switches

My name is G Rap, I’m on the road to the riches

Music By:

  • Kool G Rap
  • DJ Polo

Music Video:


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