Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, sun don't shine through my f*cking window
But I'll be fine, I'm out here with my kinfolk
Goddamn, brooklyn living, got my money spent
Three racks for the rent, damn, tell me what I get
About 500 square feet, I know it's not too big
But I'm thankful that I even get to live like this
See, where I'm from, people often die too young and never get to see the sun
Like, way before they life begun, I ran away and prayed the Lord forgive me
Look, mama, I done made it out to New York City
Tryna find a way to make it big
But my pockets empty, sun don't shine through my f*cking window
But I'll be fine, I'm out here with my kinfolk
They say you should never meet your idols
My idols are now my rivals
Microphones for survival, the pistol under the dresser
And she knows that I'm no better
I fade away, love, as I loathe the undress her
I cried so much as a kid, I taught myself how to never cry
My first pair of Jordans had me jumping to a higher high
My first heartbreak had me seeping through the deep sea lows
Jordan 2 Black Chrome, I still rock the 89s
The pen came from Satan, the strength came from Jesus
They love the way we rap, and I learned from watching Jeen-Us
That he is us
No love in this world full of lust
Shake hands with these people, but in a dollar we trust
And if only you knew, this saint shook hands with the devil
How much it cost in this world just to make you feel special?
Slippery is how they embezzle
With the rock is how they wrestle
With a vest is how they press you
So yeah, I got a chip on my shoulder
My mama was raising a soldier
I want myself a new rollie
Today I start my new life like baby boy
I'm Jody
We never cry uh
We never cry uh