From a small ass tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tube To a fixture on my soil, a stand up a dude I was brought up in the crack game dealin and that stuff Arguing with my cause we loved eachother so much Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block tuff Strikin and scootin them Novas and Chevrolet stepside trucks Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them the Magazine Street camp Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on big backs Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag Tic Tacs In the mean time, in between time, in my spare writin raps In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete craps
You think you know, but you really don't no idea Listen to discography of E40, real for real Moons ago, way before I had a career I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka And never letting the older up in my hood pump fear Funkin my own soil, listen here Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, sharper than a porcupine spine gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind Hot echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this
A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and milk Around the corner the spot where all the dealers dealt and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations Tryin to get music off the ground with high ass expectations Took a little and patience, a little faith in God To make a long short, look at me now sahob I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky like the A de- a and a half and still in the loop In case you didn't know, I told you once before I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too I the way for the independent grind The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna mine