[Intro]
Uh
I'm in the studio solo right now too
Away from these fuck n***as
Damn
I'm caught up in a game
But I'mma talk to you like this
I'mma tell you like this

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah
I'm just a young n***a from a decent home
In the hood, so my pops got to keep the chrome
Walkin' home from schools, them gangsters tried to put me on
You see, I chose a different route, I wouldn't lead you wrong
Was up in class, writing raps, filling peace with poems
They say the youngins need a voice, so I'm speaking to 'em
Some n***as ain't got a choice, so to each his own
That really came from the struggle, so the streets is home
To clеar my mind, I had to let my pen bleed this song
Thinking back to '09, was grinding, wasn't evеn known
When I dropped that so-so, so homie where you at though?
Snuck up in the game, I swear we came through the backdoor
Went from opening up at most to getting paid for the [?] show
Then n***as turn they back on you, the fame make them act phony
Damn homie, how can I explain that?
You even know my momma n***a, we used to go way back
We 'sposed to be on squad shit, pulling up in Maybachs
But we change the game, and ain't nothing gon' change that
This rap shit even broke me up with my main chick
Since I dropped Life Changes, nothing been the same since