Road To The Riches - Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo

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