(Verse 1: Orelias)
I this was it, since 93 Im talking big dreams in the city See corners theyre on the block Liquor store, rocks. father in my life but I turned out aite. Lost my best friend at the in 99. 99 problems but Im fine The inner youth in Bayview wants to survive. Never was a book student, number of times Didnt make the honors, watching my drop Still I everything that was in When my momma was in two kids As a young boy wanted a Finally got it, changing to color My changed again, moms introduced another man A young man adjusting to grown man, Im bad at math. back on the past, middle school came and past. In a sense, lost my cause
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The city is mine. Top back, California Same place where I on my grind Mama told me I was destined to Yea Im destined to The is mine. Top back, California sunshine place where I stayed on my grind Mama told me I was destined to With big dreams in the
(Verse 2: Orelias)
Fuck people say, high school wasnt fun I wasnt Mr. or popular opinion. I was cool; it hurt to know so much. Transferred schools in 9th grade, I comprehend much A peg trying to fit in some boxes, plus I tried out for JV, who got cut? Like the girls who wouldnt me time of day themselves, I spoke my mind. Who cares, to them I was high or mad Walking into class somebody died. Taking stretches to master that I rhymed. Never paid to lectures, not one time Word is I caught A.D.D; plus I money I did a week of selling weed; looked realizing it wasnt me My life became a tug of war, with so pulling for me. I'm just we got to see eye to eye Because being rejected, is makes I, I
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(Verse 3: Orelias)
Fast foreword 09, in due time I had a 12-inch PowerBook; that was a hammy Recorded into it, after I wrote my raps It was so old, froze in a few weeks. A week is all I Jay B and started writing to his beats A true in every essence, digging different sounds Searching for samples that would turn my around Its hard feeling motivated, the lack of response The next month made a demo used beats and instrumentals. Matter of fact it was instrumental, I had I hustled for Wanting to drop but never knew A few producers supposed to come through. Never did, blind to my 12th grade came, barely passed to Spiting a solo from We On, tearing up the stage. Im on now; all I want to do is you proud. With big dreams in the
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