January of 96
My people were shootin shits
I was already planted in my moms from the jump, I'm the realest to do this shit
In an era of some careless bastards
Pac got shot so I'm heir to disaster
As my soul and my body start to grow like my hair, I'm the one that the devil was after
Woo lady right across the street
Moving sloppy, she could never be neat
Bout the time that them hurricanes hit, only time that she really ever wanna retreat
Mm
Pops was always watching, mom stayed prayed up
I was somewhere in the house playing games by myself, all my friends were made up
I'm talking toy paper men
Don't judge, I'm just letting y'all in
I was told I can touch the sky by the people, but they ain't really want me to win
Summer of 06
I think
We took a road trip
Got up out the hood and the state for a while, like a nigga was homeless
Out there in Tennessee, man them hills were crazy to me
Sumn like Chattanooga, whatever, them people were cool to me
Next year in 07, packed up and learned a lesson
Bank of America owe a nigga like 200 something, no question
The hood ain't where it's at
All we ever knew was tax
Living in Palm Beach county for a while, man that city gon break ya back
Got family I'll never talk to again, how fake is that?
I'm a grown ass man now, tighten up, gotta make my paper stack