Rags to Riches - RUCCI, RJmrLA

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 its 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

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