[Aaron Temple]
They know my cousin used to work for Sega
Flaunting nasty cream
N***a had the Porsche and everything
Red like the murder scene
Back then all I had was a fucking dream
In the Hay Stack
Somewhere around A street
Hungry for a pastry
We had the melted cheese on wheat
Ghetto bakery
Me and Ellery
Watching Ren & Stimpy Alfie and Me
Sirens scream louder than my mama
And my papa at each other
How could you sleep
Shut the fucking window close the doors
What goes on nobody knows
Living in my brothеr shadow
How we escape thеse streets of rage
Close my eyes to pass the time
Pray we fly to brighter days
This is when Tim hardaway was Golden State
And we had 5 on every thang
I miss my unc yeah back then bars meant a different thang
But fuck dat shit
I'm bout to blow the fuck up
We gon all get rich
May god have mercy
Give back to those that birth me
Word to earl with the flyest girl to sprinkle me
Tell'em we don't give a fuck what you stream
That shit is trash
UGLYFACE we only countin money bags
First time I seen a Sega
Dreamcast back side of Del Phony Franchise
He cousins wit Cube
My cousin Ran was neighbors wit dude
That's 6 degrees of separation for you
My mind glued to
Stories of cash for rappin
New game still in the package
Dames that pose like still frames
Wit the fat tits hit it from back shit
Time for some action
My cousin found my rhymes started laughing
Man I really gotta practice
My homie he shaking his head
They playing sega
I'm wilding out rappin jumpin on beds
My bro he see I fiend
So he put me on the Wu
Nas too Em & Dre
Had to drive a ways to cop some Jay
The next summer
It was discussion
While wait in on 56k
The music industry just ate a grenade
The Internet influence
Growing my brain sideways
Too fast in too few days
It start receding my braids
This is before I became
A Tennis shoe player minuscule favors
Got me in her draws later later
Wait up for these n***as never
They diss me being out with shorty
It's whatever
Cuz I fucked n***a