[Verse 1]
Okay, this is my community
See me walking through the streets
Chillin' out at two or three
With two or three, dudes'll be
Well behaved, acting right, wavin' as we passin' by
Name a cracker half as nice
Tell me, can he rap this tight?
Started back in sixth grade
Now I'm droppin' mixtapes
Must've been a mistake
They ain't know I spit flames
I need a big change, all I see is school halls
Coming from a neighborhood whiter than a cue ball
Yeah, the kid is too raw, try to tell me otherwise
Other guys, nothin' nice, killed it since I've touched a mic
Something like a genius when they're hearin' the dude
'Cause the flow nastier than cafeteria food
Okay, raised out in Shelby County, livin' on the countryside
Lookin' out my window, see a couple horses running by
I ain't even joking man, that's true and for real
Then I hit third grade, and we moved to the 'ville, uh-huh
That's the way it had to be, but nothing changed drastically
I just had a social life, and started reading magazines
Favorite singer Fergie, I was skinny, kinda nerdy
Nails dirty, hair curly, all the girls said I was thirsty, but
I done kept it real from the jump
Says he never met me, but he claims that I'm a punk
And honestly, that probably would bother me a year ago
Now my self-esteem is up, and I ain't tryna hear it, bro
Tell me who as hot as this, sorry but you not as sick
Best in the city, I say it with all confidence
Middle-class neighborhood, yeah that's where I started
And my neighbors ridin' round, shoppin' at the farmer's market
So environmental, life is nice and simple
But, I'm bout to turn it up, they ain't touchin' my potential
Rollin' down the boulevard, mess with me get pulled apart
Daily hustle, daily struggle
Life is easy, school is hard
Got some extra credit, and it's due
I'ma worry bout me, not associate with you
And just as a reminder to myself
All I got is 4 years, just to go and get this wealth
Okay, this is my community
See me walking through the streets
Chillin' out at two or three
With two or three, dudes'll be
Well behaved, acting right, wavin' as we passin' by
Name a cracker half as nice
Tell me, can he rap this tight?
Started back in sixth grade
Now I'm droppin' mixtapes
Must've been a mistake
They ain't know I spit flames
I need a big change, all I see is school halls
Coming from a neighborhood whiter than a cue ball
Yeah, the kid is too raw, try to tell me otherwise
Other guys, nothin' nice, killed it since I've touched a mic
Something like a genius when they're hearin' the dude
'Cause the flow nastier than cafeteria food
Okay, raised out in Shelby County, livin' on the countryside
Lookin' out my window, see a couple horses running by
I ain't even joking man, that's true and for real
Then I hit third grade, and we moved to the 'ville, uh-huh
That's the way it had to be, but nothing changed drastically
I just had a social life, and started reading magazines
Favorite singer Fergie, I was skinny, kinda nerdy
Nails dirty, hair curly, all the girls said I was thirsty, but
I done kept it real from the jump
Says he never met me, but he claims that I'm a punk
And honestly, that probably would bother me a year ago
Now my self-esteem is up, and I ain't tryna hear it, bro
Tell me who as hot as this, sorry but you not as sick
Best in the city, I say it with all confidence
Middle-class neighborhood, yeah that's where I started
And my neighbors ridin' round, shoppin' at the farmer's market
So environmental, life is nice and simple
But, I'm bout to turn it up, they ain't touchin' my potential
Rollin' down the boulevard, mess with me get pulled apart
Daily hustle, daily struggle
Life is easy, school is hard
Got some extra credit, and it's due
I'ma worry bout me, not associate with you
And just as a reminder to myself
All I got is 4 years, just to go and get this wealth
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