It’s the Hell’s Kitchen born and raised
But was splashin jumpers round the whole city bruh
These rappers claim they was shooters but yo, I really was
They said I had a gun but I ain't never touched a heater
Couple homies was on that track, I’m lucky ain’t have to feature
They went down the wrong track cause they ain't have no GPS
City took their eyes when we was young and what do we expect?
Some the best cats I played with, we like “Yo, where are they now?”
Some dudes we thought was only ok is in the A now
Mostly do the work and guidance temptations or lack thereof
We all sold on dreams but homie dreams are just facts on drugs
Ain’t sayin don’t have em just moderate, we can all be great
But your greatness might not be in the ways you anticipated
Can’t be a million hot rappers, not even a thousand
But there’s a million ways to fill your days in lanes you can be proud in
And that’s where happiness lies, not in how lit your profile is
I ain't judgin though, I’m caught in the same and I’m 25, shit