(Verse 1)
Back with GameCube, lil basketball was tike
I would race up the block, miss match socks on my bike
Seen a new car stop at the house that was vacant
Tint hella dark, rims that I liked to draw on it
Big dark stocky n***a stepped out, stand proud
With bad b**h on the pa**enger
Saw me stare at her, I started back peddling off with new dreams of a necklace
Six speed to middle school, when I was hella cool with one pair a year
Back of the bus with Juniors n***a, I ain't run with peers
Roasting session, n***a came for my hair
I said "everybody had your girl, she s**ing on the stairs"
He looked down on me and said "how you talking, with your shoes talking"
I looked down and my sole had a tear
I said "s** my dick" but it echoed in my head
That was the first year I tried to get bread
First time I tried to eat even though I was fed
New school with new rules, used to that but no uniform
n***as flex with hundred dollar polo's on
Didn't hear of name brands till this sh**
Next time we went shopping, momma thought I was tripping
Eventually broke bread, but I always wanted more
300 dollar Lebron's, how you get them? Put me on
Said his grand dad got them for him, mine sleep on the bottom bunk
But when n***as trying to be that n***a you can't stop till your the one
Lets get it
(Verse 2)
It was n***as way worse than me, ever see a n***a
Same hoodie same shoes next summer got some Trues on?
Was pushing grams out the locker, his whole crew had a roster
Ain't want to put you on
Grateful for the rejection, I felt crazy to question was gone slap the fam' in face for some Timberland's?
Bigger dealer with experience said looking back, wish that he could take my place
Keep my head on straight
If he was still my age, wouldn't take that lane, make his same mistakes
And he would put some bands on my ride
I got to get out without taking time, we'll decide
Uncle Bird had the songs and the lines worked out fine for a minute till he got imprisoned
Along with the ones I mentioned back when I was little
Richest man I know said follow pa**ion you'll get it
I feel I'm bout to blow in reality it's a minute
Broke rapper phase I'm tryna skip do you feel me?
Don't want to work for n***as 'less I'm learning in apprenticeship
She don't want to tell momma her bae is on some lyric sh**
At first they said follow dreams, grew to be some hypocrites Giving false advice based off failure, I ain't hearing sh**
Say high school the best time, that sentence make me cringe and if
You ain't get your plan a, don't tell me I won't get the sh**
Be damned if I go to heaven tell Nae that I ain't get us rich, n***a