Intro

I grew up on the block in the aftermath of rock Felt like I got the ball with a second on the clock My whole life I've been under pressure Strap and a scale bottom drawer of my dresser I saw cribs and I wanted to get mama a mansion But my team was so bad it was like an expansion Prayed for material things but I didn't get em Saw another kid with a gold chain and hit em His mama knew my homie's mama, I almost caught a case I cried when I saw the look on that woman's face It hurt my soul to give that chain back I made up to myself when I bought my first Cadillac All I ever wanted was the comfort and the luxury Nobody really fucked with me family didn't think much of me Rocked clothes second hand maybe third But better days are comin baby, that's my word