(Verse 1) Back with GameCube, lil basketball was tike I would race up the block, miss match socks on my bike Seen a new car stop at the house that was vacant Tint hella dark, rims that I liked to draw on it Big dark stocky n***a stepped out, stand proud With bad b**h on the pa**enger Saw me stare at her, I started back peddling off with new dreams of a necklace Six speed to middle school, when I was hella cool with one pair a year Back of the bus with Juniors n***a, I ain't run with peers Roasting session, n***a came for my hair I said "everybody had your girl, she s**ing on the stairs" He looked down on me and said "how you talking, with your shoes talking" I looked down and my sole had a tear I said "s** my dick" but it echoed in my head That was the first year I tried to get bread First time I tried to eat even though I was fed New school with new rules, used to that but no uniform n***as flex with hundred dollar polo's on Didn't hear of name brands till this sh** Next time we went shopping, momma thought I was tripping Eventually broke bread, but I always wanted more 300 dollar Lebron's, how you get them? Put me on Said his grand dad got them for him, mine sleep on the bottom bunk But when n***as trying to be that n***a you can't stop till your the one Lets get it (Verse 2) It was n***as way worse than me, ever see a n***a Same hoodie same shoes next summer got some Trues on? Was pushing grams out the locker, his whole crew had a roster Ain't want to put you on Grateful for the rejection, I felt crazy to question was gone slap the fam' in face for some Timberland's? Bigger dealer with experience said looking back, wish that he could take my place Keep my head on straight If he was still my age, wouldn't take that lane, make his same mistakes And he would put some bands on my ride I got to get out without taking time, we'll decide Uncle Bird had the songs and the lines worked out fine for a minute till he got imprisoned Along with the ones I mentioned back when I was little Richest man I know said follow pa**ion you'll get it I feel I'm bout to blow in reality it's a minute Broke rapper phase I'm tryna skip do you feel me? Don't want to work for n***as 'less I'm learning in apprenticeship She don't want to tell momma her bae is on some lyric sh** At first they said follow dreams, grew to be some hypocrites Giving false advice based off failure, I ain't hearing sh** Say high school the best time, that sentence make me cringe and if You ain't get your plan a, don't tell me I won't get the sh** Be damned if I go to heaven tell Nae that I ain't get us rich, n***a