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