I'm from a block where the powder blew minds Cross the street from the spot fiends crowded two lines Summertime hot, had to shower two times My very first pair was the Powder Blue 9s Thought Jordans and a gold chain was livin' So I molded my image after God's Son's vision To the point where every communion that I'm gettin' I'm in Bred 11s and Bordeaux 7s Christ, it was written, rap was our religion Let my OG mold me, he hustled for a livin' 16 in the spot, close enough to smell it Rode with him on his shift but he never let me sell it Lost my mind 'round the time that Rube got locked Couple years before that is when Kev got shot I mean... I could've been a crash test dummy Pumpin' for herringbones, beeper and sneaker money