I'm on the road to the riches
Young nigga stayed down having i'm getting it
Me and brolo had it hard in the trenches (mmm)
Father just died ain't seen pops in a minute (mmm)
Stress I been feeling, destined to get it
Back to back rolling up dope for the healing
Neysha died on the day before Christmas
Momma crying from the way we was living (way we was living)
Shit ain't the same, my brudda changed, shit getting strange
Slept in the trap had to walk thru the rain
When I think back I was f*cking up pay
I had to learn from them losses, dirty clothes all on my back couldn't wash it (mmm)
Falling off me and brolo had lost it (mmm), pushing out dope on the block in the apartments (mmm)
I really got stress they ain't feeling me
Mixing za with the wock what got into me?
On the block selling dope for like ten a p
Ducking class selling gas for like ten a g (mmm)
That was back in the day I won't getting cheese (mmm)
I was tryna come up with with my brother E (mmm)
Now I'm out on the road getting hella green, now i'm out on the road (mmhm)
Dirty Glocks in the car when we spinning
Drop some shots on the block than we peeling (uh)
Kiss the curb trying get out the mission (go)
Me and brodie fell off in the trenches (fell off in the trenches)
I'm getting spinach, thumbing thru chicken
I'm steady getting it, wonderful feeling
Im thanking god i'm like goaw that i'm winning (mmm)
Back to back losses the dope couldn't heal it
I got to get it and flip it i'm stuck in the kitchen, i'm out on the road to riches
Pray for me brother I'm lonely living
Out out on my own with no home to living (no home)
I'm on the road to the riches
Young nigga stayed down having i'm getting it
Me and brolo had it hard in the trenches
Father just died ain't seen pops in a minute
Stress I been feeling, destined to get it
Back to back rolling up dope for the healing (healing)
Neysha died on the day before Christmas (Christmas)
Momma crying from the way we was living
Mhmm, mhmm
Mhmm, mhmm
I'm on the road to the riches
Young nigga stayed down having i'm getting it
Me and brolo had it hard in the trenches
Father just died ain't seen pops in a minute ( pops in a minute)
Tre' Bandzz - Road2Riches Lyrics
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I'm on the road to the riches
Young nigga stayed down having i'm getting it
Me and brolo had it hard in the trenches (mmm)
Father just died ain't seen pops in a minute (mmm)
Stress I been feeling, destined to get it
Back to back rolling up dope for the healing
Neysha died on the day before Christmas
Momma crying from the way we was living (way we was living)
Shit ain't the same, my brudda changed, shit getting strange
Slept in the trap had to walk thru the rain
When I think back I was f*cking up pay
I had to learn from them losses, dirty clothes all on my back couldn't wash it (mmm)
Falling off me and brolo had lost it (mmm), pushing out dope on the block in the apartments (mmm)
I really got stress they ain't feeling me
Mixing za with the wock what got into me?
On the block selling dope for like ten a p
Ducking class selling gas for like ten a g (mmm)
That was back in the day I won't getting cheese (mmm)
I was tryna come up with with my brother E (mmm)
Now I'm out on the road getting hella green, now i'm out on the road (mmhm)
Dirty Glocks in the car when we spinning
Drop some shots on the block than we peeling (uh)
Kiss the curb trying get out the mission (go)
Me and brodie fell off in the trenches (fell off in the trenches)
I'm getting spinach, thumbing thru chicken
I'm steady getting it, wonderful feeling
Im thanking god i'm like goaw that i'm winning (mmm)
Back to back losses the dope couldn't heal it
I got to get it and flip it i'm stuck in the kitchen, i'm out on the road to riches
Pray for me brother I'm lonely living
Out out on my own with no home to living (no home)
I'm on the road to the riches
Young nigga stayed down having i'm getting it
Me and brolo had it hard in the trenches
Father just died ain't seen pops in a minute
Stress I been feeling, destined to get it
Back to back rolling up dope for the healing (healing)
Neysha died on the day before Christmas (Christmas)
Momma crying from the way we was living
Mhmm, mhmm
Mhmm, mhmm
I'm on the road to the riches
Young nigga stayed down having i'm getting it
Me and brolo had it hard in the trenches
Father just died ain't seen pops in a minute ( pops in a minute)
Young nigga stayed down having i'm getting it
Me and brolo had it hard in the trenches (mmm)
Father just died ain't seen pops in a minute (mmm)
Stress I been feeling, destined to get it
Back to back rolling up dope for the healing
Neysha died on the day before Christmas
Momma crying from the way we was living (way we was living)
Shit ain't the same, my brudda changed, shit getting strange
Slept in the trap had to walk thru the rain
When I think back I was f*cking up pay
I had to learn from them losses, dirty clothes all on my back couldn't wash it (mmm)
Falling off me and brolo had lost it (mmm), pushing out dope on the block in the apartments (mmm)
I really got stress they ain't feeling me
Mixing za with the wock what got into me?
On the block selling dope for like ten a p
Ducking class selling gas for like ten a g (mmm)
That was back in the day I won't getting cheese (mmm)
I was tryna come up with with my brother E (mmm)
Now I'm out on the road getting hella green, now i'm out on the road (mmhm)
Dirty Glocks in the car when we spinning
Drop some shots on the block than we peeling (uh)
Kiss the curb trying get out the mission (go)
Me and brodie fell off in the trenches (fell off in the trenches)
I'm getting spinach, thumbing thru chicken
I'm steady getting it, wonderful feeling
Im thanking god i'm like goaw that i'm winning (mmm)
Back to back losses the dope couldn't heal it
I got to get it and flip it i'm stuck in the kitchen, i'm out on the road to riches
Pray for me brother I'm lonely living
Out out on my own with no home to living (no home)
I'm on the road to the riches
Young nigga stayed down having i'm getting it
Me and brolo had it hard in the trenches
Father just died ain't seen pops in a minute
Stress I been feeling, destined to get it
Back to back rolling up dope for the healing (healing)
Neysha died on the day before Christmas (Christmas)
Momma crying from the way we was living
Mhmm, mhmm
Mhmm, mhmm
I'm on the road to the riches
Young nigga stayed down having i'm getting it
Me and brolo had it hard in the trenches
Father just died ain't seen pops in a minute ( pops in a minute)
Writer: Treveon Curtis
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