Lyrics:

(You know they call off your signature, you pay extra for that)

It started out in 84 for me
Had them beat street blues and no crews to compete
Cause you were too fuckin' dumb
Nobody gave a fuck
Poppin' and lockin' and we couldn't be touched

I grew up in 'dem days when graffiti was the ways
The close-minded people thought rap was the phase
Cause it was a phase
Maybe a fad for some
But for the few who knew it was true and we was one

Dumb was the lingo and def was phat
If you were dope you were fresh
If you wasn't you was whack
In fact it was crews like Run that had style
Shit like that made it all worth while

And I ain't even one to ponder
Be it known as I've grown I've be comproned to wander
And ramble like gamble
You lost your ass
You went from Jersey to Vegas and back to Cass

Outta cash and then you was fuckin' wasted
Broke as fuck you were livin in your mom 'n pops basement
Yeah I was faceless
Poor and unknown
All that runnin' just to crawl back home

You dumb fuck
What the fuck were you thinkin'
Suicide doors on a 6 7 Lincoln
I had big dreams of runnin' on big screens
Topless swim teams all up in the limousines

Magazines with my face on the cover
I was trying to get rich quick like my older brother
I was the other
The younger of two
The quiet little kid
And my friends were few

Well of course they were few
Cause you had no dough
Them rats run fast when the cheese don't show
You know a little money lets you place your bet
Makes a good girl wet
Makes a friend forget

They like it when you spend a little
They love it when you spend a lot
They love me for me
Just me
I think not
How could you be so godamn dumb
You need to take your punk ass back to where it came from

I ain't that dumb
But this ain't Mary Poppins
How many times must I give you your options
Happy, humble, famous or rich
You only get two and only you can pick

Well I pick going back to my old school
Grabbin' that teacher that made me a fool
Beat his fuckin' ass with a baseball bat
Till there ain't nothing left
What ch'you think about that

You mean the football coach that had no life
The five-day beard and a ugly ass wife
Yeah
I'd like that
But what would it prove
Half them teachers never had one clue

They punked me out because they flunked life's test
Them broke mother fuckers couldn't spell success
There's character flaws up in front of the class
Make a kid sweat bullets for a bathroom pass

They used to tell me I'd amount to shit
But now I got accounts that tell me I'm rich
It sounds sick all the money I make
I get it all having learned from your dumb mistakes

Well it's about fuckin' time
You came to your senses
I thought I was going to have to dig through the trenches
Yeah I'm relentless
It's for our own good
Are you listening?
Yeah
Mother fucker you should

I think I've been good with the rules they gave me
I just bent them a little with the tools they gave me
They can't save me
I saved myself
How does one dumb kid build a mountain of wealth?

How does it feel when you can't say no?
When you want something so bad you can't let go
How do you know when enough is enough?
When you're the last motherfucker that can still stand up

I'm not a slug but you'd put one in the head
Put a fucker on his back and leave him for dead, uhh
How 'bout a knife
Could you stick one in his side?
Give it a couple fuckin' turns and let him die?

Could you hide from a crew?
Could you lie through a crew?
Could you knock it all back with a couple of brews?
And could you be a man and carry his casket?
Would you sit like a bitch while you're gettin' your ass kicked?

How 'bout molasses
Are you that slow?
You give a frogs fat ass if you win place or show
I keep on keepin' on that's true
And when it's done I can say I gave a fuck
Can you?