From a small ass little tadpole in a fallopian tube To a fixture on my soil, a up type a dude I was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin that Arguing with my folkers we loved eachother so much Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, the block real tuff Strikin and scootin them Novas and them stepside trucks Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Street camp Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time raps In the front yard, in the driveway, on the shootin craps
You you know, but you really don't have no idea Listen to discography of E40, real for real Moons ago, way I even had a career I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer And never letting the cats up in my hood pump fear with my own soil, listen here Jealous we had all the broads and all the gear Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game than a porcupine spine Don't nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind Hot ones through the ghetto, funkin all the time I thank the for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme
A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and milk Around the corner from the spot where all the dealers Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my Tryin to get music off the ground with high ass expectations Took a little time and patience, a little in God To a long story short, look at me now sahob I'm it chubby like the checker, chunky like the soup A de- a and a half and still in the loop In case you didn't know, I told you once before I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too I paved the way for the independent The industry they mimick me, but don't gimme mine