I ain't even know, yup Young Money, Cash Money Curren$y the Hot Spitta, fly nigga Yeah Little nigga but I'm bigger than ya'll When it comes to the digits I used to roll deep I had to cut some of them niggas Was only hanging 'round me to impress them bitches And get up in them clubs free But I wasn't with it Naw homie forget it Ain't nobody fucking with it You think you really know me But you might know me I was born in them 'burbs Where the 3rd Ward love me, yah I can't remember running with a brick Never went He would go and get a five for twenty off of Willa Those was humble beginnings When my niggas used to hustle to pay for their school [?] And ducking, high when niggas robbing and killing, yah And I was pushing that Chevy from the East to the Bricks And then from the Bricks to the East Cutting class and hanging with [?] Whipping a quart of water and a bag of Skittles Hot Spitta nigga yah