I grew up in the projects of QBC (I grew up in the lap of luxury)
(Where chickens love for me, I used to watch sesame street)
I used to watch the D's play in the street
Plus I couldn't wait to squeeze my first heat
I used to pray to God before I went to sleep every night
(Same time I was kissing the dice hitting my number twice)
(You holding hammers with the heat out with nice)
Same time I was popping cap guns on BMX bikes
With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up knights
(I was like fuck school, I ain't going to class)
(Easy money in the street, I was rolling with that)
(Never good at math but I knew how to add up cash)
I used to win at spelling bees, my education was proper
My family wanted me to be a lawyer a doctor
I was smooth talker, back in those days, I was a moon walker
With a picture of my shorty inside of my school locker
I never had shit (I always had it all)
We used to play with guns (We used to play ball)
I used to pump crack (In school I paid attention)
I was a hard head (I used to always listen)
We turned bitches out (I used to love them hoes)
We wore hammy downs (I always had new clothes)
I used to stay bent (I couldn't hold my liquor)
It's kind of bugged out (Two different stories in one picture)
The first year of high school my parents noticed me slipping
Smoking cigarettes skipping class catching detention
(Every night all I heard was freeze)
(Niggas getting bagged by the D's and some bitch that got a disease)
Fourteen and watching on teeny raps and forties and screams
I learned how to tilt my hat sag my jeans
Wanted a?? piece thought that would be fresh
Me and my brother used to yank those shits straight off people's necks
Summer time river park mans at 1 2 fifth, sticking kids with my identical twin
If I could go back in time I would take you with me
Show you what its like to live a lifestyle to risky
I put in work in rhymes and beats while you was putting work in the streets
It's bugged out who ever would have thought that we'd meet
What is this rap shit that made this package complete
They put us into the studio and put these raps to this beat
I'm West coast, I'mma rep it forever
But I had to move to the East to get all of my respect and my cheddar
To tell the truth the only thing I really left was the weather
All of my friends the same, we always kept it together
Picture this shook one drop the Mobb on top
Now rolling state to state with shows non-stop
Seen the money Hav and P was getting off in the top
Off of hip hop I wasn't going back to the black
My man Muggs duced me to U Nitty and G.O.D
Brought me to the studio to play music to Hav and P
(You can't forget my dunns Noyd and Gotti)
I was a nobody, they showed me love told me they got me
Remember the first time I the bong I was doing it wrong
Took us some months 'til my High was gone
They we showed you how to roll up dutchies then it was on
(Now we rolling all across the county with hit songs)

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