[Verse 1: Vinnie Dewayne] My iTunes playing my old music Only if you knew the real life I put in to it n***as compare me to these new rappers; I don't know why My story and my voice came from God first tried for me I don't hear new artists and switch it up If the mirror fall in front of your face, then lift it up If you let it sit there, then you're looking for your image through another man, my reflection bouncing off my lyrics I'm out here at the park, my n***as hooping on a daily I can point you to the ones that should be D1 training But them hardships got a defense that stripped the ball My n***a, Larry, should be in the league; He just got out the hole, seven more to go, pray for him When he calls me Sunday, this' what I'm going to play for him My momma is the reason I always had a plate warm When I make it out of the hood, y'all know who I'll take, come on [Verse 2] I don't like to listen unless I do my own research Man, f** a school curriculum Tell us about your life and that will stick to us You ever left a mark besides the F's that you're printing us? Huh? Okay, judge me if you want The way I wear my clothes don't mean I'm sagging my goals Always had my dreams; I always knew I was close Now always see my neighborhood suffering, needing hope n***as choose crowds and follow the wrong leaders Young men being torn because mentors didn't reach them Oh, you didn't expect me to get a full ride, but if I went to Lincoln High, then it wouldn't have been a surprise I'm out