Rags To Riches Lyrics

Hand me downs and second hand

On the curb tonight they'll kick the can

In a street life kind of wonderland

Where dreams are dreamt

And plans are planned

Their heroes are, the shooting stars

He's a hustler from way back when

A hot shot dude from a street-live den

Who got himself a ticket and then

Took a first class trip into the lions den

He's hit the big time now, you pretty little girls better watch out

Rags to riches it's the same old story

The man in the suit he once was poor

A gifted man who gave so much more

He's got the magic made to open doors

From rags to riches, when you're rich and famous, we're gonna miss ya

Idle talk from a man of wealth

Been coached so long can hear himself

Talk right out loud to all the crowd

Sayin' we done this and we be proud

From rags to riches, Mr. Magic Man, we're gonna miss ya

We're gonna miss ya, when you're rich and famous,

When you're rich and famous, gonna miss ya