Rags Or Riches

:11 IshTalker

 

This my story of rags and riches roaches crawling on the walls all up in the kitchen

Single bunk bed... mattress suspicious, two brothers three sisters, father in prision... streets I resisted

Hunger games persistent, mother broke bread so we didn't get evicted, swing tools the words ring true

Learned how to pimp shit... now I'm ol' skool spittin on Pap's Vintage

Sweet nuthin's in their ear and they listened, booty call barbie dolls bearing infants

Swoosh pussy like... listerine, truth filled history... women love late night visiting

Men shrouded in... mystery, splittin spliffs, E&J to the lips, heat... sizzlin on the hip

Dyin to get rich, pimp walkin John Wick, spyin Crown Vic's... Crown fitted on tilt

That's how Ish built... a veteran of the cold war, universal soldier still bending corners

Recruited for the old guard, key a loose leaf and the flow sharp, modern day Mozart...

How I bogard ya low carb quick to get rich flowchart into a work of art like a postcard

Post bail, gold bars... fire all cylinders off a cold start, leave your soul charred

Purple heart... rose from under the concrete, underdog didn't catch feelings

The resilience stacked millions craft building, haters took a backseat

Blueprints of the master plan, invest in yourself to advance, cash money provide for the fam

Go out on top... Jordan's Last Dance, if a bitch shoot her shot, give her "One... Mo... Chance..."

 

1:00 Maverick

 

See there's growth in the minuses if you restore where ya hollow in

I would go from impoverished wit' mommas then, forget the suave shit in commas, my

Knowledge lives prosperous, health is wealth and self-reliance brings confidence

Swapped Pops wit' a stylus, it's – in my jeans for the opposite

What this rhyme-sheet says it's obvious I'm deep-pocketed

No longer a nihilist, I find acceptance in ma'-sire-bliss, the Messiah bless, inner-voice guidance, bitch

A prophet to the mindless sense, so these bars suggest, I'm a narcissist, not God's son, I let Nas assist

Eyes transfixed in the margins since, they marginalized and boxed me in

Raggedy handkerchief my cries put in, only hand-me-downs is trauma, had to tra-ma best

Ongoing quest, healin' revealin' I'm still makin' a killin' being far ahead

No more spilt milk 'poor me' hell if my mental wellness fell a lil resilience resolves the dread

A million times this hill to climb as long as I don't fall regressed

The dream's buildin' a kingdom, just future children proud enough to call me dad.

On a philosopher and artist binge, a penny for your thoughts, cha-ching, it brings more opulence than a dollar can

It's not in me to carry burdens, after shopliftin' – still won't be insolvent if, I rewrite my sins by an honest cent

 

2:00 GK-Trill

 

They can only see my diamonds, designer and leather recliners

Me pleasured by different vaginas, with bags of cash and scales on the counter

Everything in my house is clean, but the ashtray

its funny that nobody was around, to see me on them bad days

I came from the struggle, skipping class to cut grass

everybody used to laugh, when my dirty ass would walk past

We was down bad, that shit was so sad, we didn't even have Rags

Or a Tub of our own, to take a motherfucking bath.

Momma worked on a kitchen staff, but she can barely feed the Roaches,

I was a Florida kid, that never been to Disney or the Ocean.

Everyday Wishing and hoping, that i can put this plan in motion.

Now i can get your mans missing, fishermen will find his ass floating

I've really did all kinds of fucked up shit, trying to aquire riches

But the Desire and ambition, made my dreams come to fruition

If you look at me and Bill Gates, i bet you couldn't spot the difference

I bought the same spot on the block, where i used to mop the kitchen