Larry Thomas Jr. - Larry Thomas Jr. lyrics

[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