From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian 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 folkers cause we loved eachother so and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine camp Posted up thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs Motorola, A1 yola, bag fulla Tic Tacs In the mean time, in between time, in my time writin raps In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete craps
You think you know, but you really have no idea Listen to discography of E40, talk for real Moons ago, way I even had a career I got my nickname on the for drinking hecka beer And never letting the older cats up in my pump fear Funkin with my own soil, here Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, 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 and some milk Around the corner from the spot where all the dealers Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my Tryin to get this music off the with high ass expectations Took a little time and patience, a little in God To make a story short, look at me now sahob I'm doing it chubby like the checker, like the soup A de- a and a half and still in the loop In you suckers didn't know, I told you once before I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too I paved the way for the grind The industry they mimick me, but wanna gimme mine