on the road to riches

If tomorrow I awoke and no joke the six digits matched to my ticket

I could finally afford my own equipment and my spirit

Would be higher than ever, the lyrics would go on forever

A constant flow, the sharpest notes, but the darkness closes

I'm untouchable everything I know it, better than those that're dough-less

Look that man is homeless, while I'm in my Lambo rolling

Money brings a fucking coldness, without it most are goalless

Kill each other for a bonus, getting fucked by the uppers, I say they bone us

We're loosing focus, humanity is hopeless, my goal is to be the dope-est

Not for the girls or the fame, not for the money or press that'd drive me insane

Not anyone or anything, except for those to respect my name

Have it intertwined with the game, fans to proclaim

That the best there ever was, second to none, that includes Biggie and Pac son

And if I hit the lotto the goal would never be done, because I would lose my inspiration

To be the best in this rapping nation, work hard for the declaration

And decoration and admiration, the sensation I'd cause to a generation