Chorus
There's something I'd like to say
And it goes a little something like this anyways
I wasn't born rich, but not poor either
I got the latest gear, cell phone and beepers (x2)
I got the whole collection of Jordan sneakers
My man had the sweeper
He my gate keeper
I've been cool with n***as you don't f** with either
I never sold crack, never sold reffa
I've never really been the street fighting type
But did throw down when I needed to right
I'm calm but to be mistaking like
Some push over n***a you can take of the mic
I used to be the n***a playing basketball
Yo every wrong call, son we used to brawl
Team jerseys must of rocked them all
From NY to LA to teams up North
Of course nowadays I got a new hustle
I got a brand new way to flex muscle
No longer will I tussle got no time to waste
I got songs to write and beats to make
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I popped all four of my moms speakers
I told her one-day she get a 2-seater
A Benz, a Lexus, whatever please her
100,000 on a platinum visa
n***as keep saying "D" you bugging son
Well maybe I'm just bugging them
The pad and the pen that's my life my friend
I gotta thanks my staff and my next to kin
And y'all wasn't ready but I brought you all in
To the my rhymes, my style, the legend begins
n***as like not him, but I'm live in the flesh
Denim is Guess
Gotta get some sh** off my chest
I've done told n***as growing up is tough
Now you got younger n***as to be selling the stuff
And wise older brothers that be getting locked up
n***as see the hand, but can't call the bluff
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