I flew away from Moma nest at age 17
Young dumb, ready to run so intrigued
In the streets, hitting licks and smoking weed
Heavy drinking to angle right 90 degrees
Main focus, balling hard at triple C
Same time, outta line like letter T
Best of both worlds Nigga we barely got to sleep
Shooting dice in the room just to get some to eat
As time steadily passed I took another leap
Area code landed me in West Village a suite
76105-332 was the peak
Bet my name still ringing we was living elite
2002 green bucket we made it feel like a jeep
Canned goods and peanut butter tasted like meat
Alcohol and women we made it look cheap
They keep asking them questions they really tryna see
They be like
Up and down, round and round like Merry Go
Best on Earth is the motto that's why they call me Boe
And when my foot on yo neck, you know I up the scoe
I make the bottom look good but never stand below
I hit my breaking point, and almost let it go
I told YWHW father God can't take nomo
But I B down for this journey like I'm on Honor roll
Shoutout Rodolpho, TEXMEX Ernestosss
This a marathon not a race so I'ma pace
Do good good follow and bad go away
So when you feeling like you down that's a lesson you take
DFC mentality, cutboy wit a cape
Everybody that know me obviously know what real mean
Been humble and patiently waiting fah you to see
Grass green on either side just take a peak
I be woke at the same time you be going asleep
I'm up, not down, See heaven in the clouds
Blood sweat and them tears I leave on the ground
Fell in love with the music I fell in love wih my sound
Will Smith in the booth we can go pound fah pound
UGK How I'm still solid without a crown
Rising up like Shaquille O'Neil I'm coming down
And picking up erbody who standing out of bounds
Mr. Goodwill how I'm looking fah lost and found