From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian To a fixture on my soil, a up type a dude I was up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff Arguing my folkers cause we loved eachother so much and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them the Magazine Street camp Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag Tic Tacs In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin 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, real 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 with my own soil, listen here Jealous we had all the broads and all the gear Up the I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine Don't gimme nothing, 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 this rhyme
A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and milk Around the corner from the spot all the dealers dealt 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 faith in God To a long story short, look at me now sahob I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky the soup A de- a decade and a half and in the loop In case you suckers didn't know, I told you once I ain't rapping too fast, see just listening too slow I the way for the independent grind The industry they mimick me, but wanna gimme mine