Verse 1:

Uh, yo, uh, yo, uh, yo, yo, uh, Lot and Abraham in a Nipsey blue Lamb
Smokin' dime and shit, 80 yeah gram, you couldn't hit this with two hands (uhuh), dun
Nah I'm just playin' shit
We both from the motherland so I'mma just get high and got kin?
It felt like just yesterday, we was baggin' up grams
Or shootin' at the opps, gun burnin' my hands
Or bitin' through the hood in that new minivan, we was workin' (Workin')
Two smokehouses and fiends lurkin'
All four n***as on one Dutch, we was hurtin' (We was fucked up...)
But it was all for a good purpose you n***as got a gun but won't aim one
I been through hell and back I can't forget where I came from, from digit scale
And crackheads singin' like they Miguel (Ooohh...)
All my n***as dead or in jail, free all my n***as, that's my holy grail
I still got bags for the low, for those who know me well (For those who know me)
And I'll never forget for those who owe me still (For those who owe me)

Chorus:

I came a long way from the dope game
Was in the hallway sellin' cocaine, yeah
I said I came a long way from the dope game
I was in the hallway sellin' cocaine

Verse 2:
Yo, I graduated from the school of hard knocks
I came from mismatched socks to Yeezy boots and I push that drop, uh
We really used to push that rock, I played Genie for days, uh
I couldn't work no minimum wage
I barely used a safe, but I still made a stack a day
The Wesson was black and gray, I don't give a fuck, by what you did way back in the days (I don't give a fuck)
If you ain't got shit now, uh, that really made you look like a clown
You could catch me Gucci down, G'd up, with two bad bitches around
I just kick my feet, whenever I'm in town
I used to always go and see gramdukes
I used to always go and see gramdukes, but now she not around
That's why I love my moms 'cause she hold me down
I love to see you smile, a queen without a crown (Facts)
And what we been through I'll never forget
I know you proud of me I stopped sellin' that shit

Chorus

Outro:

Why you had to take big mama away, I'm goin' crazy, I'm all fucked up
I'm goin' crazy, I'm all fucked up
When mama put me out, and daddy left the house
She took me in quick and put food in my mouth
Go to church every Sunday, I know she ain't hear me
Now I'm walkin' 'round strapped, hopin' they test me, look
Mama hurt, County hurt, Maja hurt, bam
Birdy hurt, the boys hurt, that hurt the whole... (fading out)