Song Lyrics

My nigga

Keep grinding like this, my time will surely come
I had a shot and I blew it, man, that was purely dumb
Rappin' ain't fun once you hit forty, son
I got a decade and change, so you got more to come
I love my crew, one for all and we all for one
Just gained a hundred pounds (I'm tryna live), little Pun
Can't compare to that nigga, 'cause he was truly great
I'm just tryna do me before it gets too late
'Cause Latins goin' Platinum was destined to come
So I'm blessin' the drum with every last breath in my lung
All these rappers talk about is vests and guns
And rhymes be just about as fresh as a bum
But along with this music shit comes the politics
And I don't like to be fake, so I want no parts of it
Every bar is sick, I put my whole heart in it
But they still try to ignore me like I'm a nondescript

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas live like kings
On the run eatin' or locked up in the bing
Real niggas live like Kings, uh
No love, no love, no love for 'em
See me in the streets, know I got a slug for 'em
Caught up in the cross fire from the thugs warrin'
Two-time felons on the run from a drug warrant

I went OT and I blew up quick
Got more love out there than people I grew up with (Shit)
What typa shit is that? We can go tit for tat
But I realized success is the best way to get 'em back (Facts)
Put the hood on my back, you'll never get it back (Coney Island)
Once I get on, we good, like homie, it's a wrap
Like, why do I wanna be in an industry
That I can't stand? Let my feelings get the best of me? (Nah)
I guess 'cause it was always my dream
And I just wanna have fun and get rich with my team
You won't find too many rappers nice like this, but
You know how many nights I thought to slice my wrist?
You know how many nights I was inches from dyin'?
Runnin' 'round in them streets while mama home cryin'
Took my life, did a complete one-eighty
I'm as real as they come, so how the f*ck could you hate me?

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas live like kings
On the run eatin' or locked up in the bing
Real niggas live like Kings, uh
No love, no love, no love for 'em
See me in the streets, know I got a slug for 'em
Caught up in the cross fire from the thugs warrin'
Two-time felons on the run from a drug warrant

I don't party (Nah), that's how you get hit, nigga
I rather stay home and write than politic with bitch niggas
So I don't care what's happenin' now
'Cause to lead the orchestra, you turn your back to the crowd (So)
I don't get drunk and I don't smoke loud
On point to the top and never look down
Got my eyes to the sky and feet on the ground
Eventually they'll take notice or I'ma snatch that crown (Gimme)
Honestly though, I was scared to stop gettin' high
Thought I'd lose my creativity and bars would decline
But the grind got bigger and the bars got iller
Everything got better turned me into a Gorilla
Beastin' and I don't need rap to feel I made it (Nope)
Those that fake it can't comprehend, so they just hate it (Yup)
I'm tryna be the greatest, shine bright without fadin'
Stay focused 'cause the humble will never be humiliated

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas live like kings
On the run eatin' or locked up in the bing
Real niggas live like Kings, uh
No love, no love, no love for 'em
See me in the streets, know I got a slug for 'em
Caught up in the cross fire from the thugs warrin'
Two-time felons on the run from a drug warrant

Travis Doyle