[Verse 1: YourWelcome]
Okay I’m in the South
Where the service slow
Tell ‘em pull up on this little curb post
It’s a crazy notion, there ain’t no oceans but my homie saying we in the third coast
Little Rock with the Gs gon’ slang
Remember when my gramma had the shop on me
Thought that I was stuck in with my cousins on bang
Though I’m running twenties, blue flags on hang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, we used to get the door kicked in
Mama had no whips then
Seven of us in a three bedroom crib, we was living in a full house kinda like the ocean twins
But I left the stage, seen the nation, even places that was over seas
I met all kind of folk, the rich, the poor, the sober and some needed no codeine
And even though I feel changed, I still swing the middle finger aimed at the police
Praying to the Lord I won’t ever get shot down ‘cause I’m a young black kid from the rock town
And it’s evident, I may never be president
I know our parties, no politics
But for my people I represent
Yeah, I know this world is not my own
They try and tell my I’m heaven sent
But I been praying God’s kingdom come ‘til I see my city in heaven midst
Now let us in

[Hook: YourWelcome]
I got Jersey shooters and some California riders
Tipping out in Texas but I gotta show the Shiloh
Little rocket raised me
But my homies run the nation, baby
I think everybody in the building throw they side up
Throw your side up, throw your side up
I think everybody in the building throw they side up
Throw your side up, throw your side up
We ain’t gotta tell ‘em, they can see it cos we wired up

[Verse 2: Ruslan]
See I’m on the left, where the ocean be
Standing on the edge, ain’t even notice me
I was coming up, they looking over me
Saying the West fell off and we overseas
Since I’m traveling the country they ain’t knowing me
And the road very bumpy so disorderly
All a sudden now they love me and a few wanna judge me
But I’m way up, like I’m supposed to be
And I won’t look down
On anybody coming up, a grown up now
Or anybody fronting up
When I am in your city and the people start lighting up
I wanna see their hands to the ceiling when I’m climbing up
But hold up now
Like it’s a holdup now
Don’t tell me what I can’t do
‘Cause daily I ain’t you
Now close your eyes so you can see the picture that I’m about to paint you
Growing up, I could never wait till I was old enough
Back in elementary I barely be showing up
To follow me in to my middle school years
Freshman year I could barely read
I could barely see, all the information that was sitting right in front of me
You either get all of me or none of me
I’m finna be the guy least expected to succeed
Now you wanna leave

[Hook: YourWelcome]

[Outro: YourWelcome]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Praying to the Lord that I never get shot down
I’m a young black kid from the rock town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Praying to the Lord that I never get shot down
That I never get shot down