I've been rapping at the crib with all my f*ckin' friends
I'll be mixing all this music 'til the very end, yeah
Yo, catch me in the studio, The Aj Kid
Anything you dreaming got to dream it big
Yo, I came up from the bottom, we was f*ckin' broke
Holes all in my shoes and in my f*cking clothes
It was me and all my homies sitting sippin' smoke
We was rolling blunts, ain't got no f*ckin' goals
Yeah, bitches laughing at me like a f*ckin' joke
But they ain't in my home when I was growing up
I used to see a lot, until I made it stop
I still ain't made it out, but still I made it far
Placed in these positions kept him getting wasted
I was 23 and tryna rule the nation
Headphones pumping through my system, only thing that save him
Still walking to the store without no transportation
Making money in the kitchen, I was doing dishes
Barely paying rent and flipping tryna make a living
Pushing from the middle, pinching on my twenty inches
Need a lift but staying lifted out the f*ckin' business
I be losing some my people to these drug addictions
Smoking weed was all we needed 'til we took prescriptions
Had a plan to make it out but they don't f*cking listen
Grabbed the mic and got to spittin', on my f*ckin' mission
Out to get me on my huffy, stressing bout a record
Altercations with the police got me young and reckless
Saved for two months just to look fresh and I got shook
I'll get 'em back for scuffing up my Etnies Ryan Sheckler's
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to The Junction
Pour back a whiskey bottle, hit weed 'til my lungs rip
"No you ain't gonna make it", yeah, that's what they told the kid
Look at me now you motherf*ckers, I ain't owe you shit