Road to the Riches Sentino

It's Alvie!
Let's go!

Part 1:
Word on my Momma, there's gonna be a problem, you won't see tomorrow
Fake Latino wannabes claim to keep it thorough
You ain't never seen the barrio, so stop frontin'
Suckin' you only, be the only time you cock somethin'
I've got the block jumpin', bumpin' my newest album
My shirt from Argentina, bitch, and these shoes Italian
We're international, get cut like a slice of pizza
We act like nothin' happened though, it was nice to meet ya
Fist game, aight, but I'm slick with the razor
When I tell 'em I'm from overseas, they think I'm a sailor
This ain't pop-еye, you kill a ?gonzalin?
Pop the Glock, ?now? you killers is dyin', this nigga bе wilin', eh
This the stop sign, the last warning, stop, capiche?!
Cut up for the fuckery, you lookin' like a mockery
I'll be out on shoppin' streets
Coppin' sneakers, coppin' jeans
Put up money up the counter like I hit the lottery, pussy!

Refrain * 2:
On my roads to the riches I passed a lot of snakes
They stabbed me in the back now I'm laughing in they face
Ha-ha-ha, ha, hater, who's the faggot now
You dudes is clowns, that's the reason why I'm laughing now