Kid Ink - Rags To Riches lyrics

[Hook] I was in the hood dreaming about a million, a million I was in the hood dreaming about a million dollars I was in the hood dreaming about a million, a million I was in the hood dreaming about a million dollars All my n***as is Throw them One's in the sky, tell them hoes that they gone, gone, gone, gone, one, one, one Throw them One's in the sky, tell them hoes that they gone, gone, gone, gone, one, one, one I was in the hood dreaming about a million dollars I was in the hood dreaming about a million dollars [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Late nights, bright lights All my life, what I've done lived for I'm in love with all this sh**, but I can't forget what I'm here for Bad hoes in the nudes, tabloids, interviews My rap life is my real life But it's still life, I don't get confused People say I'm lucky but sh** I just think it's funny Got these bad stripper-chick and when she f**s me says she loves me I'm in NYC on sunday, and ATL on monday Get texts from my exes, soon as the airplane hit the runway And yep, I know it's fake But I just say it's faked Running back into these hoes that tried to play me to my face And who the nudie rounds I just to write, would be my save and grace Why they say revenge is sweet, well they about to get a taste for the days that [Hook] [Verse 2: Kid ink] I said I got to go and get it Ain't nobody to wait on Dreaming about a million in the hood, like Trayvon Remember when a n***a didn't have a bed to lay on Now it's rack city stacks seize up about to pray on Even when they didn't believe, I had no doubt like we know Time like casinos going pour another gla** up Peach Cîroc for my haters, it's such a sweet revenge Rolling up and [?] sweet excuse How I spend every day just running from these models You know how the story goes, more money more problems Yelling like I'm sitting so high On top of the world, but I came from the bottom [Hook] [Verse 3: Jon Connor Boss sh** on overload Vike it in so I don't explode You tripping on that redbone and that brown skin, I got both of those Looking like they fresh out of Forbes After party's right after shows Nas chicks my momma age, Madonna age, tell them strike a pose Hoes from the cuts hoping that I notice But I don't because I'm just too focused If we don't make moves, it's a must that we stay in motion Folks smile like they know me now Shake hands like they owe me, wow Bad hoes want to blow me now Fast life trying to slow me down But I won't let it, sh** I won't stop until they give me that credit A n***a ain't sweet, borderline diabetic Try me and dead is, that's where you're headed Fly City's what raised me, can't forget that's who made me Until I'm gone it's AV because ain't none of this sh** going to change me [Hook]