Lyrics

[Verse] People were scared of me My dad ain't care for me Thank God for Toy Dawkins She took care of me Bloodshed was there for me When death was looking in My mom was doing hard Grandma Dot took me in Argued with Grampa Jerry Schemed with Uncle Teddy Ain't fuck with Cousin Joe He was too petty Thanks to Dave & Rock, that was nice of y'all They wouldn't give me work (Why?) 'cause I was nice in ball This was the 9th grade, working out with barbells Then me and Hud bought 50 grams, thought we was a cartel What was we smuggling, I was struggling Rapping, playing ball, plus hustling Digga did tracks for me Big L rapped with me AJ held the guns, he'll still clap for me Shout to Chasity, her sister Daphony They drove across the bridge for us, yes the Tappan Zee (yes) Let me speed up the story of pain and agony Finally got a deal, more like a tragedy Good looking Lance Rivera, Jacob for backing me But I get money on these streets man, factually Actually, Dominican Rich just gave some smack to me And I had coke already, came up with a strategy Kept it at Kim crib, the stove locked it up Fat Shawn rocked it up, DukedaGod chopped it up Stash box in the car, hit the button, stock it up I was wilding man, and got up with the Taliban Luca Brasi, introduced me to [Milt] After that it was a wrap had Ohio on tilt In Chicago, yo, I'm ballin' I felt like I'm Wilt And that's the truth of how the funding for Dipset was built Why they give me these odds? This goddamn city of ours, the city of God Still I drove off in the prettiest cars Some was unfortunate, pine box or orphanage Watching your siblings turning into foster kids [Outro: Cam'ron] Shed a motherfuckin' tear here right now, man You wasn't there You wasn't there [?], you was there Ayo, British, you was there [?], you was there What up, Bubsy! That little two-bedroom in Ohio That townhouse in Chicago [?] you was there What up, Freeze? What up, Kitta Ayo Chubs, I'm lying? Hold your head [?] Joe Columbus, Ohio, baby Ayo, [?], we ain't tear Dayton up? Aye yo, 'Trice, I ain't do Cincinnati filthy? Camilla, Chicago, I ain't forget about you Ayyo, what up that West Side yo, Duke, I still love you, nigga Westside Chicago Fuck outta here 'fore I fuck around and cry tho, man Mo' Money, she was there