Yo, yo, uh, yo
Dead broke sleepin' in the truck, with the 40 tucked
Way before you ever heard of me, I had the formula
Uh, I had the formula
Uh, yo
I was the kid that was always with my mama in church
Ain't had much but we made this shit work
Typical kids we was bitch on the first
My mama bought whatever we want
We right back broke on the third
I know my mama loved, uh
She know she raised a thug and she know I sold drugs
And she know I never gave a fuck, uh
And she know how I gave it up, uh
Remember that time yo' boyfriend put his hands on you and I whooped his ass? (Remember that, ma?)
Hah, he was like 34 and I was 12
Audacity
Uh, yo
I remember Christmas, I ain't never want shit
Just cake, Kev and lil' sis
I always knew one day I would be rich
It take a mind like this, and shooters that don't ever miss
I threw a couple thousand on the wrist, 'cause when you grind like this
You wantin' more, I put for mine like this
Nobody really ever gave me shit
I played the bitch and now I make the picks
I used to lay in the bushes, now I sleep on ten thousand dollar cushions (We lit)
No more central bookings, came a long way from cookin' (Whip)
Nobody gave us nothin' see these spots was tooken
Half a million in jewels, we see n***as lookin'
Don't make a n***a push the button
I had the formula, way before you ever heard of me
I had the formula
Uh, I had the formula
Way before you ever heard of me