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Just to make on story short, I'm balling (Yeah) Bitch I been on my job like all day (Like all day) We used to skip class and chop up game in the hallways (Right) I be too busy now baby so call me (So call me) Uh This shit just different Bitches on the dick now and niggas act like bitches It's twisted In this generation I'm the illest Kept it real with myself so now the fake can't feel us Blocks with drug dealers Cops that want to kills us Single-parent homes where the moms have to deal with the father's disappearance And carrying the weight I thank my mom everyday 'Cause the food on our plate was from her blood, sweat and tears 19 years Of having to raise a young king to make it out here Uh A college graduate that copped a degree The total opposite from where my niggas copped 'em a key But now it's keys to success Staying alive's what I stress Got to be from it to know that it gets live in the west But now I strive for the best We used skip class and kick it Hit the Water Store for an Arizona and chips Just some youngin's on a mission Working to get drafted Back then I was already out niggas brackets I just had to tap in and reach that potential Niggas talkin' like they got it I just want to see credentials It's simple Once you realize it's all mental I had to figure it out before I grabbed a pencil Now I speak about it on every instrumental To give my real ones hope and get my dawgs out the kennel, nigga Just to make on story short, I'm balling (Yeah) Bitch I been on my job like all day (Like all day) We used to skip class and chop up game in the hallways (Right) I be too busy now baby so call me (So call me)