Gintro

From Brick, building to cow pastures for neighbors, My made us, moved from the hood she saved us; Never hated her, but hated my new environment; Used to sleeping through the sirens, now it's silence/ Only kid from NY where the class had chalk; Writing math problems on a white instead of Black board/ Amazed at how the popular kids were mad soft; Like Charmins, proceed to wipe my ass off/ They underestimated me from the jump; Skinny kid and my glasses made me look like a chump/ Staying quiet made the trouble makers think I'm a punk; Forced to fight if I had to keep my money for lunch/ Emotions tucked, but always out spoken in a bunch of goons; Skipped school, Focused on rolling blunts/, wrote lyrics on a bus; now I'm all about cake; Betty Crocker legacy all for my daughters sake/ With the, intentions of wanting to leave so thing on this Earth Before my body under leaves in the dirt; Got to see what I'm worth/ amongst a category of rap dudes who idolize money, bad women and trap tunes; Seem the whole game need a vacuum; In a recession that's what we get for really thinking that cash rules/ Pass through see the hood, Same in the subs, homeless people on the corner, still give them their love/ You still sitting on hubs? If you comfortable ride with it; But don't envy the 24s if I get it; Most people prosthetic, they look real from a distance till you get a good glance and deny credits/ I stay live with it, and in the 2k9 I grind harder than most, stay outta my business/ Cause in this industry friends can be enemies, so make moves like the legs on a centipede / You speak of Geno? Speak of passion! On both sides of the fence, the same reaction/ I'm matching the competition till im passing them; whether you feel me or not, I'm everlasting!