Bro told me
Its open season
Throw up on the beat
Blow up on the scene
Stomp ya enemies
Keep up wit it
To you get it
Middle finger
To my critics
Growing up my
Clothes was dingy
No option to be stingy
While i was stinky
Guess that's why I been
Nice all these years
With no hesitation to fight
When they mocked and they jeered
All alone still
Stood up to my peers
Y'all don't know what I've been through and where I'm from
What I've done
Been to jail
Got free
Went back
Lucky me
Promised myself the last time I'd succeed
And there you have it