Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
I remember way back we used to pray for scraps
Anything, guess you gotta pay for that
Wearing (?), No logos, I was hoping for Jords
Begged my pops for a pair, but we couldn't afford em'
Cause the lights due
Playground jokes I fight through, might fight you
Cause I wanna be like Mike too
Waitin' on my chance to ball
Under my breath in the hall, I'm screamin' fuck all of y'all
Writing rhymes and lines that's dope, I'm bound to blow
If I take my time to find my flow
Mamma Imma get us outta these projects, this complex
But if my lyrical content's vexed, I bomb next
And we ain't ever gonna want or need
Put it down from the (?) in my seed
Then cean cross overseas
Passport stamps from places I never dreamed
Places I'd never seen, Livin' like VIP

[Hook: sample]

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
I remember way back, my first 8th of Crack
Cut it into pieces, did my thing with that
Young and (?)
Got 63 raw stones
Pushin' keeping my paper right, but still it seem all wrong
Got some niggas that rather smoke it that buy the groceries
House full of kids with an empty fridge, how they gon' eat?
Meanwhile I'm ridin' on the sections
While they stomachs touch their back
And all the shit I sell their mother got their family structure fractured
Got em' broken up
Boulders in my pocket when I'm anew woken up
Tryna turn this quarter ounce of rock to a rover truck
Bitch, this ain't no Cinderella story, glass slipper glass deep
Tryna chase the last hit
Last high, when I die, lord let me pass by
Or relinquish me to lucifer and let my ass fry
I deserve to be burned for my ways
When concerned with the people I've affected
Life is way too short to stress it, I live it up

[Hook: Sample]

[Verse 3: Big KRIt]
I went from ashy to classy
Candy painted Caddys
With the woofers and the tweedy's and the digits where the dash go
I deserve to be an asshole
Cause I was stranded when these motherfuckers passed gold
Tryin' to pick my rhymes apart like I ain't the shit
Like I ain't a player (?)
You hard pressed to find a nigga rappin hard as this
Lames is broads, and most of em bitch
Keep to myself cause most of em snitch
Claimin' they on, but none of em rich
None of em (?), none of em crips
Statik, what's hapnin'
Bout time we got to it
Shit changed, today was brewin'
No doubt, I got through it
No doubt I got it covered, a country motherfucker
But ambitious to be king like those that came before him
I'm standin' on my own two nowadays
Enjoying things you get when you paid

[Hook: Sample]