[Intro]
Yeah
Elmatic, check
[Verse 1]
Yo, let me start you from the Genesis, far from where the finish is
No role models, just empty bottles of Guinnesses
Roaches in the ashtray, tossin', gettin' fast cash
The ski mask way, for those who never passed class
Born inside of poverty, probably
They stack bread, them crackheads never looked alive to me
Robberies of liquor stores, tricks and whores
Reality was sick as yours, so I blow trees stronger than sycamores
Now wait – let me get back to my past
As I rewind mine, before I got on in 1-9-9-9
Mother gave birth to this divine mind
Born with this Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head, like a Qur'an line
No paternity, but as I'm turnin' three, I learnt to be
Strong; Pops moved along, and he never returned to me
Thought I'd feel anger for an eternity
I bottled my feelings inside
Where pride is never swallowed
Followed by killers, they ride, fried off of endo
Bustin' off cartridges through your window
Different from the one from my Nintendo
That line shoulda been my intro; this when I started rappin'
Lookin' up to younger thugs with they heart at trappin'
Starter cappin', fly wheels
Thick chicks in high heels tellin' me my skills is sick
I was only eight; slowly, fate took its turn
I'm where hookers earn money, and drugs sell; it ain't hard to tell
[Verse 2]
Check
I went to Peck Elementary, Lessenger, Cody
To graduate, I had to take a semester with homies
Too busy writin', none of my time went into my assignments
Jot a line, as my rhymes' gears maneuver like the Heimlich
Use to ditch class for bitch ass
Picture me a lot shorter, my vocal pitch sound like it switch fast
Young and rebellious, hangin' with failures who L twist
The elders ;see me saggin', that's where my belts is
That's 'round the same time my mother is ill
Collecting mental scars, waitin' for the others to heal
No one saw the vision, everyone's beyond blind
Can't think about finding the meaning of life when tryin' to define mine
I won't pretend it's cool
Was wet behind the ears, so I had to jump in this pool
Graduate and finish school
Niggas was mad that I owned a diploma
They was just sleepin', they shoulda slept 'til they domes in a coma
I'm that bad shorty who been through the land of Berry Gordy
Where the brood of man may have blew a grand, but gained forty
That ain't rich at all; but, hell
I wasn't born with a silver spoon, just a wooden one up on my kitchen wall
Now I rock shows from Cali Groves down to Wichita
Feelin' like I grew ten feet, a couple inches, tall
Just thinkin' back; what was the doubt about my view, sonny?
Now it seems too funny, 'cause even new money
Gets counted out; nobody believed, only ones was Jae Barber – JAE.B Group
Money investments, every day recoup
You thought I'd fail; it ain't hard to tell
