[Intro] (Hit-Boy) [Verse 1] Okay, I seen a lot Runnin' in and out of granny house Uncle boomin'/bumpin' on the couch, first time I seen a rock Headed right there in the chair, watchin' WWE, first time he seen The Rock Had my grandma pissed, went to school all white, K-Swiss Told 'em, "Change that sh*t, put it on Rap City Basement" [?] First time I seen the Locs Started gettin' high, homicides, drive-by, ex demons Lemon squeeze, red beams and Glocks Seen a ni**a die, shot him right in the eye Put a ni**a in the sky, made his breathing stop Spin the block for the chop, ain't even stop Can't ring your shots That's the very first day that I ever seen me an opp [Chorus] Okay, I seen a lot Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no luck/love To me that means a lot Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run Head to the sun clouds, still dream a lot Never had nothin', tryna run up on a yacht Leave it all for my son, them greener knots Don't know about you, but to me that means a lot [Verse 2] Okay, like cash rule everything around me Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see Go to school, get degrees and make the lead But the dream not for me so it's make believe It's all in your head like Maybelline Or like ni**as dead, yellow, tape the scene They'll tell you it's a figment, due to the color of your pigment Choppin' off laws on the road to the riches On the way to make it out the trenches fu*k a red shirt, I'm in a courtroom, sittin' on benches Prayin' for a deal meanwhile drug dealin' Judge got a grudge, set your bond at a million Can't snitch, can't switch, nah, ni**a, no screamin' Grown men business, you gotta be kiddin' New G, shoot them Glocks at the house, went to court and you turned to the cops South West muder block, I done seen 'em a lot In these alley streets, big Crippin' with the with the Locs, [?] Maxo C Pop trunk with the punk, get to dumpin' Nickname Pumpkin but ain't no punk in me Gotta have a red beam on the Glock Hittin' licks, servin' fiends on the block Done things to my opps Murder scene, had to listen to cops Hidin' rocks, put the cheese in my socks [Chorus] Okay, I seen a lot Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no luck/love To me that means a lot Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run Head to the sun clouds, still dream a lot Never had nothin', tryna run up on a yacht Leave it all for my son, them greener knots Don't know about you, but to me that means a lot [Outro] Okay, I seen a lot Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no luck/love To me that means a lot Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run Head to the sun clouds, still dream a lot Never had nothin', tryna run up on a yacht Leave it all for my son, them greener knots Don't know about you, but to me that means a lot