[Intro]
Yeah, it's Elmatic, check
[Verse 1]
Yo let me start you from the genesis far from where the finish is
No role models just empty bottles of Guinness'
Roaches in the ash tray toss and gettin fast cash the
Ski mask way for those who never passed class
Born inside of poverty
Probably they stack granted crack heads never looked alive to me
Robberies and liquor stores tricks n whores
Reality was sick as yours so I blow trees stronger than sycamores
Now wait, let me get back to my past
As I rewind mine, before I got on the 1-9-9-9
Mother gave birth to this divine mind
Born with his arm leg leg arm head like a Quran line
Yo paternity but as im turnin 3 I learnt to be
Strong, pops moved along and he never returned to me
God I feel anger for one eternity
I bottled my feelings inside with
Pride is never swallowed followed
By killers they rise ride off of endo
Bustin off cartridges through ya window
Different from the one from my Nintendo
That line shoulda been my intro, here's when I started rappin
Lookin up to younger thugs with they heart at trappin
Started cappin fly wheels thick chicks in high heels tellin me my skills is sick
I was only 8 slowly fate took its turn
I'm where hookers earn
Money and drugs sell, It ain't hard to tell
[Verse 2]
Check, I went to Craig? Elementary Messenger Cody?
To graduate I had to take a sememster with homies
Too busy writin none of my time went into my assignments
Jot a line as my rhyme schemes maneuver like the Heimlich
Use to ditch class with bitch ass
Picture me a lot shorter my vocal pitch sound like it switch fast
Young n rebellious hangin with fellas who else was the eldest
See me saggin thats what my belts is
That's round the same time my mother is ill
Collecting mental scars waiting for the others to heal
No one saw the vision everyones beyond blind
Can't think about finding the meaning of life when tryin to define mine
I won't pretend its cool, was wet behind the ears
So I had to jump in this pool graduate and finish school
Niggas was mad that I owned a diploma they was just sleepin
They shoulda slept til they domes in a coma
I'm that bad shorty who been through the land of Barry Gordy
With a buddha man that grew a grand but can't 40
That ain't rich in all my hell I wasn't born with a silver spoon
Just a wooden one thats why my kitchen raw
Now I rock shows from Cali Groves down to Wichita
Feelin like a grew 10 feet a couple inches tall
Just thinkin back what was to doubt about my view sunny
Now it seems too funny cuz even new money gets counted out
Nobody believed, only ones was J Barb or JAE.B Group
Money investments everyday be cool
You thought I fell
It ain't hard to tell