Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost, they gone need something on you
(Paperwork)
ATL, Westside, that’s the only home I know
In '85, me and Uncle Quint used to ride around in the big Bronco
Took me up to Charles’Disco
Daytime, set me down at the bar
Where I drank Shirley Temple
'Til he walked out with a bag and we got back in the car
What you wanna be he asked? When you grow up big kid?
I just wanna be like you, ridin’round town gettin’bread
We shot a couple Lac, couple summer pass
Uncle Quint ain’t nowhere to be found
Later we learn that someone ratted him out
For that reason 10 years he won’t be around
Picture me in '93
I’m the only man I see
Fresh up off the porch
Lookin’for a drop Porsche and a fake ID
Introduce me to the crack game
Rap game was the furthest from my mind
Had a notebook full of rhymes
And a pocket full of crack rock dimes
Time on my side, lift .45 in my jeans
Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir
Welfare, food stamps
Section eight, me and Ma lived in the trap
I said fuck school, it holdin’me back
I wanna bankroll, chasin’after that
Look at me, at 17
Livin’on my own, peddlin'
Quarter ki, now and then sellin’weed
Tokin’too, cost my first felony
That’s one of many, that were to follow
Drinkin’Henney up out the bottle
Told a child I think I’m bein’followed
Family don’t think I’ll live to see tomorrow
Plenty have a story like mine
Know many of you had a little nine
Know many of you did a little dirt
Too many of us did a little time
Wake up, 10 years of your life passed
When you get your cake up Don’t it seem like that
When the Feds on your ass passin’out
If you think that you high, baby look above you
It’s drones in the sky, there’s nothing you could do So left, two, three snap
Right two, three snap
Don’t get serious now it’s too late for that
Cause they got
Time on my side, lift .45 in my jean
Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir