Verse One:

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 cos there's money to make

To be a billionaire takes hard work for years

Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers

Been through hard times even worked part time

In a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for dimes

I was sort of a porter takin the next man's order

Breakin my back for ?a shack for headquarters?

All my manpower for four bucks an hour

Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower

Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough

But I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't stuffed enough

All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was 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 performin up a storm for a decent pay

No matter how it seems I always kept the dream

All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed

Dreamed about it for five years straight

Finally I got a break and cut my first plate

The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches

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

Verse Two:

I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock

Money bustin out my sock cos I really would clock

They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans

Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans

The cash was comin 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 getcha

Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture

But I still supplied, some people I knew died

Murders and homicides for bott