The same young n***a that moved motherfuckin mom and dad out the hood, n***a
Out the motherfuckin hood, n***a
To a motherfuckin crib with a big kitchen n***a, a big living room, [?] and all this shit, n***a
We came from shit, n***a
That's me n***a, I did that
No rap money, n***a
You smell that?
I'm the same young n***a
Come through the motherfuckin hood
Running from the motherfuckin police in that stupid ass Coope, n***a
You smell me?
I'm the same young n***a
Pop up in the motherfuckin cafateria
Counting a motherfuckin band
In front of the lunch line in high school
You smell me?
I'm the same motherfuckin n***a
That when I fucked up and dropped my first CD
Bullshit, I pressed out 20,000 coppys
Gave them motherfuckers away
Deep off this shit
Got these n***as mad
You feel me?
Well guess what?
I don't give a fuck about these pussys
You smell me?
Real recognise real
Money respect money
Dolph don't respect [?]
Shout out to the west coast, shout out to the east coast, shout out to the whole damb south, n***a
Texas, Florida, Mississippi
[?] Alabama, all this shit, the midwest, I can't even say all of y'all
Shout out to all of y'all out there for rocking with the kid
The illest n***a in this shit
N***a I am Blue Magic, n***a
Come on, man
Tim Gates, what's poppin?
Daddy-O, what's poppin, man?