[Intro] CyHi, Stone Mountain stand up Y'all might know me as Cydel though Woodridge [Verse 1] I'mma take you back to Cydel in elementary Stayed in detention I knew I would fail eventually My childhood really f**ed with me mentally I remember telling Ashley I was a Prynce to be Essentially, no one knew that potentially I could change the world, onl' need myself and the man that invented me My parents stayed in the bible, they used to vent to me You can do all things through Christ, the strength is me Since preschool, I always had the cheap shoes Remember playing pencil pop, my partners used to chief glue Huh, and I never made the honor roll Reports cards full of F's, scared to let my momma know Let me take you back in time My last name was Young so I stayed in the back of the line But I been a leader since n***as was wearin' Filas Nautica trunks, Polo and shell-toe Adidas [Hook] La-la-la La-laaaa La-la La-la-la La-laaaa La-la La-la-la La-laaaa La-la La-la-la La-laaaa La-la Yeah, CyHi [Verse 2] My teachers never took me on the field trip I'm still salty 'bout that sh** Pickle Dill chips I wasn't present cause I had a real gift And if I did the school play, you know I was Will Smith Pro-Keds with the teal tip And the prom queen, cause I know she will skip I was a young teen raised by a real crip And a Chi-town OG back in '03 Sold 4 quarters, double-doubled off a oz Hit the shot at the buzzer, sent the game to OT Most players buy a chain for a trophy And wonder why they can't stay out the frames of the police You n***as so bleak I did so much dirt growing up I need my soul bleached Sometimes I wish that I could, go back to summer camp And to us Birthday Bash's bigger than Summer Jam And the first time I went to Freaknik I was on the back of a truck in my football pads And my cleats biitch Rollin' up a blunt of Reggie bumpin' 3-6