Yeah, yo, 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 kissin` them dice, hittin` my number twice
Holdin` hammers with the heat out with nice
Same time I was poppin` cap guns on BMX bikes

With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up knights
I was like, "F**k school, I ain`t goin` 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 the spelling bee`s, 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 s**t, 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 hand me 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

Yo, the first year of high school my parents noticed me slippin`
Smokin` cigarettes, skippin` class, catchin` detention
Every night all I heard was freeze, ni**az gettin` bagged by the D`s
And some pissed, “I got a disease”

Fourteen and watchin` me on teeny raps on forty inch screens
I learned how to tilt my hat, sag my jeans
Wanted a [Incomprehensible] piece, thought that`d be fresh
Me and my brother used to yank those s**ts
Straight off people`s necks

Summertime, River Park [Incomprehensible] at 1 2 fifth
Stickin` kids with my identical twin
If I could go back in time, I would take you with me
Show you what it’s like to live a lifestyle so risky

I put in work in rhymes and beats
While you was puttin` work in the streets
It`s bugged out, whoever would have thought that we`d meet
But it’s this rap s**t that made this whole package complete
They put us in the studio and put these raps to this beat

I never had s**t, 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 hand me 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

I`m West Coast, I`ma rap 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 is the weather
All of my friends the same, we always kept it together

Picture this, shook one, drop the Mobb on top
Now I’m rollin` state to state with shows nonstop
Seen the money Hav and P was gettin` off the top
All for hip hop, I wasn`t goin` back to the block

My man Muggs introduced me to you Nitty and G.O.D
Brought me to the studio to play music for 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 hit the bong, I was doin` it wrong
Took us some months till my high was gone
They we showed you how to roll up dutches, then it was on
Now we rollin` all across the county with hit songs

I never had s**t, 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 hand me 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