[Verse 1]
I remember 1st grade in them busted up shoes
Talk of the cla** but to me, it's old news
Momma said "unless they get physical" you know them dumb fools
When in the struggle you play by your own rules
I done came up out them trenches
Roaches in the kitchen
Do anything to make it out need me a golden ticket
We didn't have a car
Still didn't have a right away
I done got that paper in pants so I can ride away
I remember times when I would pray that I got a day
Let them hate [?] like Kobe just fade away
All these broke s**as try to tell me I ain't grow
You just saw the elections they some jokes talking out they throats
Like young smoke, I really think they tripping
Family coming back together everything is clicking
Time heals all what if the clock stops ticking
Now ima sit back like Kermit and sip on Lipton
I ain't tripping
Nah, I ain't tripping, I ain't tripping
But I'm gifted