[Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopes]
From Rags to Riches (riches)
Bet you I'mma be the richest
I started off as an army brat (Atten-hut!)
Seven months, class act
I was racin' down the block
As a matter of fact
I could've been a track star (I guess I am)
I stacked bars
Comin' through your system in them phat cars (uh)
Cross country isn't that far
It's like I'm in the race, don't know who you cats are
See one day I fell from grace, landed in this place
My whole sh*t erased from talkin' back to my momma's face
Like I was lost in space
Without a trace, cuttin' class, bein' Mrs. Fast Ass
Gettin' blasted with dad, got caught up in the flash
My Nana goin' mad, had to make the dash
Saw a fell up in the streets
Did anything for cash
And anything to crash, in anybody's path
Gave everything I had
Took what I could grab (check it)
It was just a bunch of open rags
From Rags to Riches (riches)
Bet you I'mma be the richest
I started off as an army brat (Atten-hut!)
Seven months, class act
I was racin' down the block
As a matter of fact
I could've been a track star (I guess I am)
I stacked bars
Comin' through your system in them phat cars (uh)
Cross country isn't that far
It's like I'm in the race, don't know who you cats are
See one day I fell from grace, landed in this place
My whole sh*t erased from talkin' back to my momma's face
Like I was lost in space
Without a trace, cuttin' class, bein' Mrs. Fast Ass
Gettin' blasted with dad, got caught up in the flash
My Nana goin' mad, had to make the dash
Saw a fell up in the streets
Did anything for cash
And anything to crash, in anybody's path
Gave everything I had
Took what I could grab (check it)
It was just a bunch of open rags
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