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mad vibes - riches to rags lyrics

[intro]
“being promoted for the job he did on the streets of [the h2o] where the pushers sell the drugs that the government allows in the country, and then they do time.”

“get caught with a nickel bag, brotherman. get caught with a nickel bag, sisterlady on your way to get your hair fixed. you’ll do big ben, and big ben is time.”

[verse 1]
yo, this recognition to god bodies on inner-city streets
that fell and hit the curb hard m-ssively
elevated to the top but started at the bottom
maintain position well and even caught stardom
became a victim to a substance that you pushed on the block
now your life is off the hook and you mo hot rocks
you grew up without any guidance at home
your moms was always out drunk so you was able to roam
at the age of 13 you entered the drug scene
and then dropped out of high school at the age of 15
at the age of 18, planning to succeed in your earth
allah blessed you both with a beautiful birth
but this birth had to be fed without a neglect
and without an education you can’t get no respect
searching for employment was nothing but disappointment
so you went for nothin’ and get your own employment
on the streets you acc-mulated grief in your seed
and inherited material for necessity needs
knew the spot, had workers out on almost all blocks
from north main to south main, the h20 was mad hot
you even shorted brothers for their cheddar and their crops
and even worse you said prices was high on the stock
but on the l you was puffin’ enough woolies then fell
into a realm when later on it would be easy to tell
the truth, no doubt, it was all going down
the empire you had built was on its way to the ground
’cause overnight you introduced your mouthpiece to the pipe
and took your life into a realm where it was hard to see light, yo

[chrorus]
from riches to rags, from dime pieces to crabs
from puffin’ lot smokin’ to coppin’ crack on the ave
this change in life be a reflection of a physical that fell
in the manhole to the depths of h-ll
once a player, but now you stand all played out
the latest dope crackhead dealer the rumors be about
god bless, i know your days are filled with ’nuff stress
but on your journey never cease to hold it down your best

[verse 2]
i’m writin’ rhymes for the ghetto-dwellers, buildin’ and sellers
phat concepts and steps for the storytellers
preparing rhymes like product on the block, mad hot
watch you back black or get bagged in the plot
what you thought it couldn’t happen?
better wise up ’fore the undertaker be at ya sizin’ you up
it really doesn’t matter where you’re from son
you could be a big d-ck n-gg- still get done
see around my way n-gg-s act mad trife
playin’ russian roulette with the next man’s life
games and situations similar to vietnam
not a day goes by when the night seems calm
i used to lay at my rest with a bag of buddha bless gettin’ set
now the times occupied with stress, sh-t is a mess
i used to run games but n-gg-s done changed, like the weather
now sh-t’s strange ’cause the love’s faker than pleather
but i still got love for my n-gg-s no doubt
even though i can’t figure these actions out
so watch the love son, watch the love
for you and your crew b, restin’ above, no doubt
now my man wanna front, big time on the regular
out in public places talkin’ on the cellular
you gotta tip, better sport your whip
while the [?] now she took you on a trip to st. elsewhere
’cause you couldn’t see clear
now the next man’s pushin’ up from the rear
he got your jewels, he got your dip, pushin’ your whip
but you couldn’t see nothin’ so you got stripped
of material things, mad cash, she kept the stash
and was plottin’ on the day your -ss would crash
and be -ss out, a no-name herb with no clout
yo the p-ssy for the loot that’s what she was about

[outro]
“being promoted for the job he did on the streets of [the h2o] where the pushers sell the drugs that the government allows in the country, and then they do time.”

“get caught with a nickel bag, brotherman. get caught with a nickel bag, sisterlady on your way to get your hair fixed. you’ll do big ben, and big ben is time.”

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