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Yeah, yo, I grew up in the of QBC
I grew up in the lap of where chickens love for me
I used to Sesame Street
I used to the D's play in the street
Plus I wait to squeeze my first heat

I to pray to God before I went to sleep every night
time I was kissin' them dice, hittin' my number twice
Holdin' hammers with the heat out nice
time I was poppin' cap guns on BMX bikes

With grass on my jeans and scuffed up knights
I was like, "Fuck school, I ain't to class"
money in the street, I was rolling with that
Never good at math but I knew how to add up

I used to win at the spelling bee's, my education was
My family me to be a lawyer, a doctor
I was smooth talker, in those days, I was a moon walker
With a of my shorty inside of my school locker

I had shit, I always had it all
We used to play guns, we used to play ball
I to pump crack, in school I paid attention
I was a head, I used to always listen

We bitches out, I used to love them hoes
We wore hand me downs, I always had new
I used to stay bent, I couldn't my liquor
Its of bugged out, two different stories in one picture

Yo, the first year of school my parents noticed me slippin'
Smokin' cigarettes, skippin' class, catchin'
Every night all I heard was freeze, niggaz gettin' by the D's
And pissed, I got a disease

Fourteen and watchin' me on teeny raps on forty inch
I learned how to my hat, sag my jeans
Wanted a piece, thought that'd be fresh
Me and my brother used to yank shits
Straight off necks

Summertime, River [Incomprehensible] at 1 2 fifth
Stickin' kids my identical twin
If I could go back in time, I would you with me
you what its like to live a lifestyle so risky

I put in work in rhymes and
you was puttin' work in the streets
It's bugged out, whoever would have that we'd meet
But its this rap shit that made this whole package
They put us in the studio and put these raps to this

I had shit, I always had it all
We used to play guns, we used to play ball
I used to pump crack, in school I paid
I was a hard head, I used to always

We turned bitches out, I used to love hoes
We wore hand me downs, I always had new
I used to stay bent, I couldn't my liquor
Its kind of out, two different stories in one picture

I'm Coast, I'ma rap it forever
But I had to move to the East to get all of my respect and my
To the truth, the only thing I really left is the weather
All of my friends the same, we kept it together

Picture this, shook one, the Mobb on top
Now Im rollin' to state with shows nonstop
the money Hav and P was gettin' off the top
All for hip hop, I wasn't goin' to the block

My man Muggs me to you Nitty and G.O.D
Brought me to the to play music for Hav and P
You can't forget my Noyd and Gotti
I was a nobody, they showed me love, told me got me

Remember the first time I hit the bong, I was doin' it
us some months till my high was gone
They we you how to roll up dutches, then it was on
Now we rollin' all the county with hit songs

I had shit, I always had it all
We used to play with guns, we used to play
I used to pump crack, in school I paid
I was a hard head, I used to always

We turned bitches out, I used to love hoes
We hand me downs, I always had new clothes
I to stay bent, I couldn't hold my liquor
Its kind of bugged out, two stories in one picture