Road to Riches
B.I.G Lyrics


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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 'cause there's money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer
Been through hard times, even worked part time
In a Key Food store sweeping floors sometimes
I was sort of a porter taking the next man's orders
Breaking my back for a shack from headquarters
All my manpower for four bucks an hour
Took my time and wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scuffed cause the road gets rough
But I'mma rock it cause my pockets ain't stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn't speak cause my checks were 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 performing up a storm for a decent pay
No matter how it seems, I always kept the dream
All the girlies screamed and suckers get creamed
Dreamed about it for five years straight
Finally I got a break to cut my first plate
The road ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches

I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money busting out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
The cash was coming 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 get ya
Gettin' richer and richer, the police took my picture
But I still supplied, some people I knew died
Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide
Money, jewelry, living like a star
And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino
I shot up stores and I kicked down doors
Collected scars from little neighborhood wars
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked I let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad
In the first time in my life loaning money to dad
Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches

A thug will mug for drugs, he eventually bugs
Looking for crack on carpets and rugs
The squealers tells but the dealer still sells
Little spoiled kids inheriting oil wells
I was the type on the opposite side
Of smoking the pipe, in a beef I got hype
Cause rags to riches switches men to witches
Become stitches, body bags in ditches
Bloodshed, I painted the town red
People fled as I put a dread's head to bed
That means dead, in other words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got released
Bombs were planted and kids were kidnapped
In fact this was a way to get back
At enemies who tried to clock G's
On my block, now they forever knock Z's
Plans of rampages went for ages
Some got knocked and locked inside cages
Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts
In God we trust, now rots to rust
Bust caps to cops, policeman drops
You blew off his top when the pistol went pop
Troopers, soldiers, rolling like boulders
Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder
Some young male put in jail
His lawyer so good his bail is on sale
Looking at the hourglass, how long can this power last
Longer than my song but he already fell
He likes to eat hearty, party
Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati
Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello
Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello
One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate
But just stay, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes
And than a-wait and wait and wait
Until he breaks, that's all it takes
So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand
On his own two feet because now he's in a new land
Rules are different and so is life
When you think with a shank, talk with a knife
Not my lifestyle so I made a U-turn
More money I earn, more money to burn




Pushing all buttons, pulling all switches
My name is G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to B.I.G's song Road to Riches describe the struggle of a young artist to make it big in the music industry. The song is told from the perspective of Kool G Rap, who recounts his experiences of working hard, making sacrifices, and eventually achieving success. He reflects on the difficulties he faced growing up, such as working part-time in a Key Food store for low wages, scuffing his shoes on the rough road to success, and being ostracized by girls who were unimpressed by his lack of money.


Despite these obstacles, Kool G Rap remains committed to his dream of becoming a successful rapper. He continues to write rhymes and perform wherever he can, hoping to gain exposure and recognition. He eventually gets his break and releases his first album, which propels him to fame and fortune. Along the way, he has also traveled down some darker paths, engaging in criminal activities such as drug dealing and violence.


The lyrics of Road to Riches are a vivid depiction of the complexities of pursuing one's dreams and the challenges that come with it. Kool G Rap's journey is a testament to the power of perseverance and hard work, even in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

When I was five years old I realized there was a road
At a young age, I became aware that there was a path to success


At the end I will win lots of pots of gold
In the end, I will attain great wealth and success


Never took a break, never made a mistake
I always stayed focused and never allowed myself to make errors


Took time to create 'cause there's money to make
I invested time and effort into my craft because it presented opportunities for financial gain


To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Achieving billionaire status requires persistent hard work over a long period


Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer
During challenging moments, I found solace in prayer and occasionally felt emotional


Been through hard times, even worked part time
I experienced difficult periods and had to take on additional jobs


In a Key Food store sweeping floors sometimes
I worked at a Key Food store, occasionally fulfilling the role of a janitor


I was sort of a porter taking the next man's orders
I served as a porter, carrying out tasks and following instructions


Breaking my back for a shack from headquarters
I exerted immense effort for minimal rewards, symbolized by a humble dwelling


All my manpower for four bucks an hour
I dedicated all my physical strength for a meager wage of four dollars per hour


Took my time and wrote rhymes in the shower
I utilized moments in the shower to compose lyrics and express my creativity


Shoes are scuffed cause the road gets rough
My shoes are worn and damaged due to the challenges and obstacles I've encountered


But I'mma rock it cause my pockets ain't stuffed enough
Despite limited financial resources, I will persevere and succeed


All the freaks wouldn't speak cause my checks were weak
Individuals who were attracted to me avoided interacting because of my insufficient funds


They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek
People ignored me, prompting me to actively search for better opportunities


A way to get a play, and maybe one day
I sought a strategy to attain success and potentially achieve my goals


I'll be performing up a storm for a decent pay
I envisioned myself delivering passionate performances and earning a fair compensation


No matter how it seems, I always kept the dream
Regardless of how challenging things appeared, I never lost sight of my aspirations


All the girlies screamed and suckers get creamed
I gained popularity and attention from female admirers, while those who doubted me suffered losses


Dreamed about it for five years straight
I consistently dreamt and envisioned success for a consecutive period of five years


Finally I got a break to cut my first plate
I finally received an opportunity to showcase my talents and make a significant impact


The road ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
The path to success isn't easy or magical; there are no shortcuts


My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I am the artist known as Kool G Rap, and I am determined to achieve wealth and success


I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
I used to sell illicit drugs on the street corner


Money busting out my sock cos I really would clock
I accumulated so much money that it overflowed from my sock, as I was hustling hard


They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans
Various types of drug addicts would trade valuable items like jackets and jeans for their fix


Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
People were willing to trade anything, including magazines, in order to support their drug addiction


The cash was coming fast, money grew like grass
I was rapidly accumulating cash, as if it were growing abundantly like grass


People hungry for the blast that don't even last
Many individuals were eager to experience the high of drugs, even though the effects were fleeting


Didn't want to be involved but the money will get ya
Although I initially didn't desire involvement in the drug trade, the allure of money drew me in


Gettin' richer and richer, the police took my picture
As I became wealthier, law enforcement began to closely monitor and gather evidence against me


But I still supplied, some people I knew died
Despite the risks, I continued to provide drugs, resulting in deaths of certain acquaintances


Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide
Terrible acts of violence, including murder, were committed in exchange for drugs


Money, jewelry, living like a star
I acquired significant wealth, expensive items like jewelry, and lived a luxurious lifestyle


And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
I came close to affording a luxurious Jaguar car


In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino
I frequented a local casino, where I was respected and regarded as a figure similar to Al Pacino in the movie industry


For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino
I attracted attention from many women because of my good looks, similar to the charm of Valentino


I shot up stores and I kicked down doors
I committed armed robberies and forcibly entered premises to steal


Collected scars from little neighborhood wars
I obtained physical scars from engagements in conflicts and disputes within the local community


Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
I caused harm to others by breaking their legs and choking them


And if provoked I let the pistol smoke
If someone provoked me, I swiftly resorted to using my firearm


Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
I had committed associates who were dedicated to our illicit activities


Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
I engaged in selling small quantities of drugs, regardless of the weather conditions


What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad
My entire lifestyle, from my footwear to my residence, was associated with negativity


In the first time in my life loaning money to dad
For the first time, I had enough wealth to lend money to my father


Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches
My circumstances have drastically changed, leading to a complete transformation in my way of life


My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I am the artist known as Kool G Rap, and I am determined to achieve wealth and success


A thug will mug for drugs, he eventually bugs
A violent criminal will rob others to sustain their drug addiction, eventually becoming mentally unstable


Looking for crack on carpets and rugs
A drug addict desperately searches for crack cocaine, even scouring through carpets and rugs for hidden remnants


The squealers tells but the dealer still sells
Informants may provide information, but the drug dealer continues their illicit trade


Little spoiled kids inheriting oil wells
Privileged children receive massive inheritances in the form of oil wells


I was the type on the opposite side
I was someone who stood against the prevalent norms and values


Of smoking the pipe, in a beef I got hype
I resisted using drugs like crack cocaine, but if confronted with conflict, I would become aggressive


Cause rags to riches switches men to witches
The transition from poverty to wealth can transform individuals, turning them into deceptive and manipulative characters


Become stitches, body bags in ditches
They end up facing severe consequences, such as becoming victims of violence and being buried in unmarked graves


Bloodshed, I painted the town red
I caused violence and bloodshed, leaving a trail of destruction in the community


People fled as I put a dread's head to bed
As I killed a member of a rival gang, individuals were scared and sought safety


That means dead, in other words deceased
I caused the dread's demise, meaning they were no longer alive


Face got erased, bullets got released
I shot the dread in the face, resulting in their face being obliterated, and bullets were discharged


Bombs were planted and kids were kidnapped
Explosive devices were strategically placed, and children were forcefully taken as hostages


In fact this was a way to get back
These acts of violence were retaliatory measures


At enemies who tried to clock G's
This was my response to individuals who attempted to challenge or harm me


On my block, now they forever knock Z's
The adversaries, who once posed a threat, are now permanently silenced (dead)


Plans of rampages went for ages
I had lengthy plans for carrying out indiscriminate acts of violence


Some got knocked and locked inside cages
Certain individuals were arrested and imprisoned


Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts
Some lost their lives over insignificant or meager gains


In God we trust, now rots to rust
The trust and belief in God's guidance have deteriorated and become worthless


Bust caps to cops, policeman drops
I fired shots at police officers, causing them to fall


You blew off his top when the pistol went pop
His head was obliterated when my firearm discharged


Troopers, soldiers, rolling like boulders
Armed law enforcement officers were present in large numbers, moving with a powerful force


Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder
Their gaze was filled with animosity, and their hearts became increasingly cold and callous


Some young male put in jail
Young men were incarcerated


His lawyer so good his bail is on sale
Their lawyer was highly skilled, and they were able to secure bail at a reduced price


Looking at the hourglass, how long can this power last
Reflecting on life's limited time like sand in an hourglass, wondering how much longer their influence will endure


Longer than my song but he already fell
Their influence may last longer than this song, but they have already met their downfall


He likes to eat hearty, party
This individual enjoys indulging in lavish meals and partying


Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati
They aspire to emulate John Gotti, a prominent mobster, and possess a luxurious Maserati car


Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello
While appearing tough and intimidating in the impoverished neighborhood, they become vulnerable and weak in jail


Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello
They adopt a more relaxed and subdued demeanor, either cooperating with authorities or facing the consequences


One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate
A single court appearance can lead to the transformation of a criminal into a prisoner


But just stay, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes
Instead of granting freedom, authorities send him to a prison facility near the Great Lakes for confinement


And than a-wait and wait and wait
Following imprisonment, he must endure prolonged periods of waiting


Until he breaks, that's all it takes
He will eventually succumb to the pressures and challenges of incarceration, as that is all it takes


So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand
In an attempt to preserve his image, he pretends to be tough, but internally he struggles


On his own two feet because now he's in a new land
He can't rely on his previous reputation and must navigate the unfamiliar and harsh environment of prison


Rules are different and so is life
The regulations and dynamics within prison are distinct, resulting in a completely different way of life


When you think with a shank, talk with a knife
In this environment, violent and aggressive behavior is prevalent, where thoughts turn to makeshift weapons and conversations revolve around violence


Not my lifestyle so I made a U-turn
I rejected this lifestyle and made a drastic change in direction


More money I earn, more money to burn
As I continue to accumulate wealth, I have more disposable income to spend extravagantly


Pushing all buttons, pulling all switches
I am fully in control, maneuvering and manipulating various aspects of my life


My name is G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I am the artist known as G Rap, and I am determined to achieve wealth and success




Lyrics © CAK MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC
Written by: Marlon Lu'ree Williams, Nathaniel Thomas Wilson

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Onur Ergün

Bad Boy in the house for the '95
Big shout out to my man Mel Smith, my man Don Cee San in the house
What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?

[Verse One]
Sick of mama screaming that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptie
Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby-mama screaming "Your daughter 12 months"

Can't live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts
Hanging wit the niggas dont pay the bills
And being broke and 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I seen that shit)
Columbian Dominican, yeah whateva
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 G's, nigga please,
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't leave

[Chorus]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Cause real niggas do real things
Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things

Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things

[Verse Two]
After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA a arcade
Mad games: pool tables and candy
A little extra chicken loot be comin in handy
Check it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5 bought the 6
Delvecc, copped the lex, we was set
We no had work all in the projects
Niggas slingin O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it
We was livin it up
All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin givin it up
Same bitches suckin dick tryin to dress to thrill me
Said the niggaz I killed is out to kill me
Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat
One had a mac spittin, all I saw was gun smoke

The other had a shottie,I was shootin everybody
And I wasn't missing had to get out this position
Niggas still hitting, feel a hot one in my back
Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit the mac
The nigga wit the shottie still busting, cussing
Maricaons and putas
All I'm tryin to do is shoot ya, two shots in the ruger
Booh-yeah, blew his ass out
Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)

[Chorus]
On the road to the riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things

On the road to the riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things

Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things

Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 peace
Real niggas, aight

{*Biggie talks to someone about Lil' Cease*}

[Verse Three]
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is lovin me
Sayingthe best part of the day is my half
Feedin me breakfast and givin me a sponge baths
Niggas say I died dead in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I could see about a billion

All for the love of drug dealin
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and that's how it goes

[Chorus]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things



Nicolás

A-yeah!
Bad Boy in the house for the '95
Big shout out to my man Mel Smith
To my man Don Cee Shan in the house
What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?

[Verse One]
Sick of mama screamin' that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie (uh-huh)
Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood (uh-huh)
'Cause baby-mama screamin', "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts (ugh)
Hangin' with the niggas don't pay the bills
And being broke at 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit)
Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please!
Blew his brains out 'cause witnesses, we don't leave

[Hook]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things, ugh!
And the saga continues, uh

[Interlude: Radio Skit]
Radio check, back on the phones! I got a caller. Caller, your name?
Yo, this is Jam
Who?
Jam!
DJ Jam?
DJ Jam!
Fuck you doing on the phone? Man, you supposed to be helping me do this Biggie thing...
Man, if JC can get up in here and do his, you know what I'm saying, lil' roll call, lil' thing, I know I can get up in here and introduce mine. You know what I'm saying?
Aight, yo
Can I run it down?
Yeah, aight
I'ma just let the record spin and this what I want you to play, right?
Aight!
You can hit me off with uh, first, with "Ready to Die."
Yeah
Come back with "One More Chance."
Mhm
Then you know you gotta hit that "The What" with the Mr. Mef, right?
Yeah
And then, since it is a "Everyday Struggle" out there, you can hit me with that joint, too
That's right. Now bring your ass back in this room and get back on them turntables

[Spoken]
Yeah, Bad Boy in the house
Blowing up the spot and all that
And all this paper, son
Keep it real, son
PR in the house
Nasim
Supa P Kelly Green represent to the fullest

[Verse 2]
After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA an arcade
Mad games: pool tables and candy (uh-huh)
A little extra trickin' loot be comin' in handy
Check it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5, bought the 6
Del Vec, copped the Lex, we was set (ugh!)
Nino had work all in the projects
Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit
No one could stop it, we was livin it up
All the sexy young bitches stressin', givin' it up
Same bitches suckin' dick, tryin' their best to thrill me
Said the niggas I killed is out to kill me
Soon as she spoke, on that note, I saw trenchcoats
One had a MAC spittin', all I saw was gunsmoke
The other had a shotty, I was shootin' everybody
And I wasn't missin' (ugh), had to get out this position
Niggas still hittin', feeling hot ones in my back
Licked six shots, smoked the nigga with the MAC
The nigga with the shotty still bustin', cussin'
Maricóns and putas, all I'm tryin to do is shoot ya
Two shots in the Ruger, booyah! Blew his ass out
Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)

[Hook]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things



Jose Manuel Ibarguen

Verse One]
Sick of mama screaming that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in a hooptie
Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby-mama screaming "Your daughter 12 months"

Can't live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts
Hanging wit the niggas dont pay the bills
And being broke and 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I seen that shit)
Columbian Dominican, yeah whateva
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 G's, nigga please,
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't leave

[Chorus]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Cause real niggas do real things
Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things

Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things

[Verse Two]
After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA a arcade
Mad games: pool tables and candy
A little extra chicken loot be comin in handy
Check it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5 bought the 6
Delvecc, copped the lex, we was set
We no had work all in the projects
Niggas slingin O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it
We was livin it up
All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin givin it up
Same bitches suckin dick tryin to dress to thrill me
Said the niggaz I killed is out to kill me
Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat
One had a mac spittin, all I saw was gun smoke

The other had a shottie,I was shootin everybody
And I wasn't missing had to get out this position
Niggas still hitting, feel a hot one in my back
Licked six shots, smoked a nigga wit the mac
The nigga wit the shottie still busting, cussing
Maricaons and putas
All I'm tryin to do is shoot ya, two shots in the ruger
Booh-yeah, blew his ass out
Then I passed out (passed out, passed out)

[Chorus]
On the road to the riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things

On the road to the riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things

Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things

Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 peace
Real niggas, aight

{*Biggie talks to someone about Lil' Cease*}

[Verse Three]
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is lovin me
Sayingthe best part of the day is my half
Feedin me breakfast and givin me a sponge baths
Niggas say I died dead in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I could see about a billion

All for the love of drug dealin
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and that's how it goes

[Chorus]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things



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thinkuknow

2021, 43 yrs old, and this is still a classic!

Trunks

Word!! Nobody do it better I’m 42 I know every word to this song since I was 14 lol

Jane LaCross

Wstch hiwvi get him im sharp

Pete Trawick

48 and still listening

Yeyo Markez

Maldita sea! Biggie poseía un flow increible. Se acomoda a cualquier beat sin problema! GOAT 🔥💪🏻

Jay Guzman

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Tierra cooper

He gave a whole blueprint in 5min 💯💯💪🏾 G.O.A.T

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Anderson Antione

“After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made. I bought the wifey a crib and the mafia an arcade.” Biggie just described Paradise.

AJ

the way he kicked that verse off was lit

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