Chronicles, Pt. 2

Young nigga from the trenches growing up I just had to make another buck run it up Focused on character development, level up learning this computer tech saved me from the projects ma It started on 77th and exchange Came up on the eastside where it was hard to make change Watch my grandma beg on the corner to get bread Where niggas only gave you five dollars for some head It was called "Sullivan House Center" Where all the kids went to learn computers So I popped out in there to get to unit I knew I was broke so I just had to do it like Nike I was staying so true to it I had nothing to look forward to and I knew it So I was making every play count you feel me That how the computer genius was born, the real me I use to walk to school everyday, down 77th where kids use to play (uhhh) Myra Bradwell was the name of the school I attended when I was in 3rd Grade Just down street on 76th was Romie House the big homie Everybody knew him on the block cuz he was moving rocks, big money He use to tell me like "You real smart, you gone make it out keep on studying" So I was praying one day I could be like him, big pimping with a trap house stunting