[Verse 1: Stevie Bucks]
Raised in the back of the projects, never had a lot
Just a penny and a thought
And its good cause I got
What I wanted, not a lot
But I'm on it
Thinking of the days I had four bills had me haunted
That crack wreck, like a fat mans crack sweat
Trying to catch the bus in the middle of August
n***as feeling my spit, cause my lyric is honest
In my city there's a bunch of no jimmy's being fathered
Life gets harder
Have to go hard to get paid
These young boys from a land, they want to be brave
Some n***as want to be seen, but me I stay in the shade
I keep an I Will Smith in case you want to see Jade
And Jade is anything that stay under my ways
Know yourself before you come to my ways
I'm just a young cat, raised off the love of the haze
Back in the days
I could smoke until you see my life change ways
Now my chest be heavy and I cough with a gaze
Besides the blunts I be counting the days
Sometimes I chill with a bird and I adapt to its ways
A rat in maze, we trapped in the phase
[Hook: Stevie Bucks]
Hopefully yo you see me getting back to my ways
My actual ways, sh**
And hopefully I'm getting back to ways
My actual ways, sh**
[Verse 2: Stevie Bucks]
When you raised in the projects
Life hard God bless
Church on Sunday's, just to see your mom's rest
Now you holding arms like an arm rest
I'm just a child from the darkest August
Even in the winter, I be ginger
Going hardcore till I'm injured
Heaven on Earth, popping bottles with the sinners
Old school, like the spinners
Need money need more, see more like Skinner
Got n***as owe me money for debt, like Jimmer
Or they wet, like Jimmer
My ca**ette's not thinner
Than the average
I'm fat, like the baddest a**es
Hold a**ets and stocks
Need head, need weave, like a basket
I need weed like a rasta
Cheese like a pastor
See a lot of scars but I bees Mufasa
And if I ever have a Simba
You know I'm finna do whatever it takes
Take church what