(Verse 1: Orelias)
I knew was it, since 93 Im talking big dreams in the city See corners theyre on the block Liquor store, rocks. Absent father in my but I turned out aite. Lost my friend at the time in 99. Thats 99 problems but Im The inner in Bayview just wants to survive. Never was a strong book student, of times Didnt make the honors, watching my grades Still I everything that was in When my momma was in with two As a young boy wanted a Finally got it, everything to color My life changed again, introduced another man A man adjusting to another grown man, Im bad at math. Looking back on the past, school came and past. In a sense, lost my innocence
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The city is mine. Top back, California Same place I stayed on my grind Mama told me I was to shine Yea Im to shine The city is mine. Top back, California Same place where I on my grind told me I was destined to shine With big in the city
(Verse 2: Orelias)
Fuck people say, high school wasnt fun I Mr. Popular or popular opinion. I was cool; it hurt to know so much. Transferred in 9th grade, I didnt comprehend much A round peg trying to fit in some boxes, I tried out for JV, guess who got the girls who wouldnt give me time of day Separating themselves, I my mind. Who cares, to them I was high or mad Walking into like somebody died. stretches to master lines that I rhymed. Never paid to lectures, not one time is I caught A.D.D; plus I needed money I did a week of selling looked around realizing it wasnt me My became a tug of war, with so many pulling for me. I'm glad we got to see eye to eye being rejected, is what makes I, I
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(Verse 3: Orelias)
Fast past 09, in due time I had a 12-inch PowerBook; was a hammy down Recorded into it, after I wrote my down It was so old, in a few weeks. A week is all I need Found Jay B and writing to his beats A scholar in every essence, digging different sounds Searching for that would turn my life around Its hard feeling motivated, amongst the of response The next month a demo with used beats and instrumentals. Matter of fact it was instrumental, I had I hustled for Wanting to drop but knew when A few were supposed to come through. Never did, to my vision 12th grade came, barely to graduate Spiting a solo from We On, tearing up the stage. Im on all I want to do is make you proud. With big in the city
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