Plyers

DUH DU DUH....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 cos there's money to make To be a billionaire takes hard work for years Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers Been through hard times even worked part time In a seafood store (airport?) sweepin floors for dimes I was sort of a porter (skycap?) takin the next man's order Breakin my back for a shack for headquarters (20th street?) All my manpower for four bucks an hour Took the time, I wrote rhymes (beats?) in the shower Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough But I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't stuffed enough All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was weak (and tips?) They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek A way to get a play, and maybe one day I'll be performin up a storm for a decent pay No matter how it seems I always kept the dream All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed Dreamed about it for five years straight Finally I got a break and cut my first plate The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches UUUUUUHHHHHHH............................Bitches