Yeah it's your boy LJ outchea nigga I'm on my way to the RICHES And I'm seeing in front of me Ha Ha Ha Ha First clip, South. Fucken morning side, I'm outchea, ROAD TO going hard Never it without a pain on my left scare Niggas chasing foot steps, I've gone two steps, Following 2 chainz, I've been locked up, up PLANET LJ WC all the reasons why i came up. I've been in the game, ever i was 9. Now you acting strange, Like who the is me? LJUNDISPUTED be the name I got all my bitches on my dinner eating shits ROAD TO RICHES is on the mission now you nice shit, 7 record labels and I'm about that black label, Come into my nigga, good kush is sweet, You out ragers, but i'm rated in the streets I never write down all i do is type, i time it out like a motherfucken internet, You call yourself a rapper, I'm no rapper, I'm no stranger, I'm just sealing all these bitches and I'm sipping twenty eleven that you know. On the ROAD TO RICHES with my niggas building mansions in our minds that's a state. Come my crib bitch I'm all about night stand, I 'be all asses that lack shaking hands with my niggas every time we meet, Hello Candice please baby don't blush, you chilling with a nigga is on the ROAD TO RICHES, And I'm getting paid for each and every word i say to you, I'm the motherfucken delivery boy, you got my without no text and i'm paid to chat, Did it for my niggas be pushing for the Dirty South, You talk shit, pull the trigger on your face. blood gang, Brother Hood. Never tag along with them niggas that they your friends, You claim to be a gangster but you had a gun, I take you six feet but still you rise, Its a match that you never win in boxing fight Cause I'm sitting on my thrown TO RICHES right? My nigga ASHES me keep on rapping then i'm gone. I give you all the please bitch don't pause, Then you let my beat like John Paul. Yeah..........