The present's great, the future's bright
One thing you can't take away is my past though
A lot of y'all be a dollar short and a day late
That's why I beat y'all to the punch
I was 14, just startin' a dream
All grandma wanted was a washing machine
Couldn't afford it, left me with a heart full of steam
Felt like coffee, let me borrow some cream
Hustlers said "You can't be part of the team", why?
"You a ball player, one day you gon' make it out"
Yeah I hear all that, but I ain't tryna wait it out
You givin' me the work or what, what the debate about?
They said no, so my options I had to weigh it out
Fuck the daily news, I'ma found me a paper route
Got with the stick up kids, them niggas drove a Pontiac
Never met Martin, but could tell you where the Tommy at
Pass me the pump, that's no relation to Johnny, Jack
Gripped it like I'm gettin' in and out that laundromat mat
Apologize to the couple I had to victimize
Week later, told nanna, "Look, I got a big surprise"
She was happy, but listen she ain't no dumb dumb
Where the money for this washer and dryer come from?
Won it playin' basketball, man, a lump sum
Gave her a kiss and a hug, that's where I come from
Why it feel like I'm losin' weight?
Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight?
My life's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a crib, new estate
Yeah, that's what I used to say
You can't get paid on an earth this big, you worthless kid
You know the rest, that's life, nigga (life, nigga)
That's life, nigga (life, nigga)
Yeah, huh
I had to get off the mob beat
I gave 'em up, but shit, it could be my streets
Be on boulevards, avenues, side streets
Where you get wet and on top is a dry sheet
R.I.P. Big L, he put me on his album
R.I.P. Bloodshed, y'all niggas knew the outcome
R.I.P. Reg White, my nigga was a falcon
R.I.P. Hud 6, I'm still lookin' up like "how come?"
Can't forget Fat Mack and Sean Q
Right now I'd like to take a second, thank Don Pooh
He gave me money to write for Young Gavin
I ain't have a deal, I was full time trappin'
I mean, no credentials...
