(Intro)  Yo man, it's Ragz 2 riches....and beyond  Right now  Ima tell you bout the rags    (Verse 1)    When you just growin up,   Family bank account low  Don't want no one to know about yalls poverty  So you keep this on the low    Now what, parents workin overtime  You decide to start a grind  You think moneys easy to find  Robbin stores without a second thought    Try to rob a house, but it was locked  Bought a gun, you don't even know how to cock it  Ya swapped it, got a rhymebook  Nicknamed it, my cookbook    Dirty laundry, leftovers for weeks  That's the life of rags, couldn't afford a belt so it just all sags  Now you startin to spit, startin to battle yo foes  You lookin for deals but they just come and go    This one kid gives you a nod and a pen  Gives you the paper and says sign right here  Don't worry there's nothing to fear  Studio couple blocksaway    Just go and record away  Moneys in the bank so you can just sit back an' lay    (Chorus 4x)    Growin up low class  Bank infested with cash  Everyone after your stash  That's rags to riches and beyond      (Verse 2)    Debatin on what's heavier  Your pockets or your ice  Big mansion, you doin it big, real nice  Turn on the car, hear your own voice on the radio    Bass pumpin, ya songs a hit, everyone feelin tha stereo  Startin to open ya own brands, cause you got infinite fans  An' every 60 seconds there's someone raisin they hand  How'd you make it? what caused you to make it?    Its rags to riches man you better forsake it  Now you got ya own label now  Kids startin to beef with ya,people raisin eyebrows  No one knows how to sign ya    You rich there's nothin else to it  I'll tell you to buy me somethin and you'll do it  I'm very fond of a technique spawned  And it's called rags to riches and beyond    (Chorus 4x)    (Verse 3)    Now you gettin nightmares  Seems like you're dieing in yo sleep  You got one, but ya don't know how  To eliminate the rest of these creeps    Wearin a bulletproof vest, even ya son got one  You seem like I thrill ya,   Yo it's not your stash no more  People just wanna kill ya.    It's not yo music no more  They just don't like your war stories  Don't worry, though i think these cats need assistance from Maury  We say they jealous    They say they not  We walk around they hood  They say back off this is our lot    You might as well suicide  Before there's any more homicide  And you'll need some insecticide  When these hatas ride    You walkin out onto the streets  You turn around see a jeep  Pointin at ya feet  Takin the life out ya meat    You dead now  Its all over now  Rags to riches and beyond