1970 -something, nigga, I don't sweat the date My mom's was late, so I had to plan my escape

Out the skins, in this world, the fly girls Tangaraya, Hennessy, until I caught Earl

Ten months in this glut, what the fuck?

I wish Mars a hurry up so I could get buck Wild juvenile, rippin' mics and shit

New York, New York, ready for the likes of this

Then came the worst date, May 21st, 2 -19, that's when my momma water burst

No spouse in the house, so she rolled for self To the hospital to see if she could get

a little help Umbilical cords wrapped around my neck

I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step

I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said, he's gonna be

a bad boy

Penitentiaries, black with promise makers Never realized the precious time that bitch

niggas is wastin' Institutionalized, I live my life, a product

Made me grumble, I'm too hard and forced, man

When it's crazy to be humble, we ballin' Catch me, pop a piece, it's a callin'

In the niggas' store, that's the Hennessy I hear callin'

Can I get some more?

Hell, till I reach hell, I ain't scared Momma checkin' in my bedroom, and I ain't there

Now I'm 13, smokin' blunts, makin' cream On the drug scene, fuck the football team

Risk it, ruptured spleens by the age of 16 Hearin' the coach scream, ain't my lifetime

dream I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up

So school, I didn't show up and fuck my flow up

Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself

Put the drugs on the shelf

Now I couldn't see it, small face, king of New York, I wanna be it

Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary

C -74 mod X set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate

Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail