Everybody got a story to tell Mine starts in the middle of the map Long before me You see Imma start from the beginning Mom's is from a little town called Malta Bend Right outside Kansas City Historically, it's a segregated town She was raised in the church Sung and played piano for the choir Worked 3 jobs to provide for me and my sisters She never allowed us to realise how much we didn't have, or to realise how much we struggle sh**. At times I thought we was the richest motherf**ers in the world You see, you can't miss what you don't have In all actuality, we was struggling trying to make it just like everybody else But without struggle there's no progress Wise words from Frederick Dougla** You see the environment moulds you, and it shapes you I was motivated by what I see growing up A woman that provided by any means necessary Ambition. I learned that the art is the easiest way to travel the world without leaving home Start plotting how to get to the moon sh**, if I miss I still end up in the stars Your foundation is set on many generations before you They say I got my swag and my charm from my Daddy My temper from my Nanny, and my hustle from my Momma If you're gon' do something, might as well do it big That's how I live my life Go hard or go home Run it