[Verse 1:]
Since a youngin' I be plannin' my escape from this place
Room, table full of music, mix-tapes, homework late
Writing songs, fighting Mom cause she wasn't trying to hear it
Singing solos up in church, scared to put it in my lyrics
Sit in J's after service, over at Brian's house
Fried out of mind, first time I swore I was dying man no lying
I was hooked, scratching for hours at work
"fuck this job" I was cooked
High as hell, folding shirts
Where is God? I need a sign right now
Need to get signed right now
Just like that, I met Raheem and I wrote this rhyme right down
And now I'm MD Ditty, signing foreheads and titties
And I got a bitch in your city that got a bitch in your city

[Verse 2:]
Now all my ladies in the building put your hands up
And if you're leaving with your man, then get that plan up
Got that Benz ? and we trying to fill that van up
My n***a Nico with me, got that blam blam tuck
N***a so I dare you to make a move