[Intro: Samples from the 1941 film "The Maltese Falcon"]
This is the second time you have laid hands on me!
When you're slapped, you'll take it and like it! (Slap sounds)
[Verse 1: Peter Wil$on]
They yelling turn it down but we just chilling bish
Coming up all my neighbors was filthy rich
I grew up in the suburbs, raised by a single mother
Kept them snacks up in my cupboard
But still I'm stubborn and privileged...
On my pursuit of happiness, I got turned on to this rapping sh**
Put pen to paper and got pa**ionate
Dreaming of a house up in the hills where all the mansions at
(ok, ok, ok)
I'm like a father to these kids, and I only just turned 26
Go catch your dreams, they're worth the risk
There's moment's you won't wanna miss...
I can't, I won't, those don't exist, just focus on the positives
It's up to you the life you live!
From city to city the story's the same
Pick up the mic and I'm sharing my pain
It's all 'bout the message, man f** all the fame
Less 'bout the stressing, you know what I'm saying?
Bout sharing the blessings, we all are the same...
Less about commas, more about knowledge
Changing the culture, changing the game
Hands in the air if you're feeling this
Been plotting on this since a little kid
Sitting in my sandbox thinking I'll be rich
Just a little Rugrat like I'm Tommy bish
Toast bu*tered, Ed, Edd, and Eddy sh**
90's kid but isn't that obvious?
Pops split, gave a f** bout his promises
Promised myself, be a better man than he is...
... And look what I did....
[Outro: Peter Wil$on]
It is what it is...
But it's all really the same...
So quick to point fingers...
When we're really to blame...
Some do it for money...
Some do it for fame...
I do this sh** for my family...
All of their lives I'm 'gon change...