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[Intro]

Statik Selektah

[Verse 1]

Blowing up like chicks that got ass shots

My style changed when Kanye rock the Louis Vuitton ascot

Got a little status for the jooks I had caught

Back when I was gang-gangin' I didn’t have squat

I ain’t ever have shit but I always had heart

Niggas knew what it was, I never needed to act hard

Either took the train or I would borrow my dad's car

Approach me wrong and I might have to reach in the stash box and blast off

R.I.P. with the TSA, let it fly with no passport

Poker inside the JanSport

Took a leap of faith, I never thought that I would land short

Quick to give it to a motherfucker if he asked for it

Sad part is, we was never bad kids

My nigga **** shot up the park, got twenty-five years

Used to kick it at my crib, I haven’t spoken to him since

We ain’t ever get to link, I ain't forget you hoped you'd hear this

I realize in life we all gon' take our own path

And if you ever wanna talk, I got my own math

We were just kids then and now we grown men

I was going through depression, I thought that I was goin' mad

[Chorus]

Live pass twenty-two, they almost killed me with the deuce-deuce

Never did I think I’d make a living off of YouTube

Wasn’t going nuts but always knew had a loose screw

Remember when my goal in life was just to catch a Mewtwo

Playing my Nintendo, Pikachu edition, yellow

Robbers broke in and they stole it when I lived inside a hell hole

I ain't ever get it back 'cause they just hungry in the ghetto

I first learned about an arm and then I learned about an elbow

Live pass twenty-two, they almost killed me with the deuce-deuce

Never did I think I’d make a living off of YouTube

Wasn’t going nuts but always knew had a loose screw

Remember when my goal in life was just to catch a Mewtwo

Playing my Nintendo, Pikachu edition, yellow

Robbers broke in and they stole it when I lived inside a hell hole

I ain't ever get it back 'cause they just hungry in the ghetto

I first learned about an arm and then I learned about an elbow

[Verse 2]

I grew up in the ghetto, you’ll be lucky if you get out

Snitches sing like a falsetto, veterans wear chains like medals

Didn’t discover the genre when I first found heavy metal

And I knew it wasn’t my toy, as a kid, fucked up my mental

Just imagine dodging death and life on multiple occasions

I done made it out unscathed while in some fucked up situations

It feel like we all competing to our own elimination

We don’t see how this ain’t positive and cause our limitations

We products of our surrounding, all neglected and doubted

For the all the times we were counted out we gone need a thousand

Put us inside of projects and living in public housing

Half my life I had no bed was sleeping on people's couches

West Indian, would say I grew up in a good home

Smart enough to go to school and follow by the hood code

Slowed my roll when I realized just how it could go

After I seen that they book bro, before life got out control

[Outro]

Mi haffi show yuh seh yo

Nuh mek dem tings happen to yuh, seen?

Because guess what happen, inna deh street nuh easy

'Ole heap a tings up be in the streets and see it happen

Haffi do, end up a certain place where mi nuh fi 'pose fi deh

And mi haffi just work with it, you understand mi a come from?