Uh-huh, sittin' on some bankrolls, uh-huh
Great John on the beat, by the way
Dead broke sittin' I was wishin'
Momma always said I'm gifted
Now I'm sittin' on some bank rolls (Uh)
Yeah, even with a camera
Couldn't picture any image of my present
Now I'm sittin' on some bank rolls
I be faded out, huh
Like a storm, had to wait it out, huh
Even a coach could tell I was playin' out, huh
Can't believe I made it out, can't believe I made it now, huh
'Member school days I would skip class 'cause they made fun of the kid
When they see me now they be shocked they'll see me living life like a king
Used to wake up and throw the same fit on, huh
I still wake up and throw the same fit on, uh, uh
Shit got worse on better days, sometimes gotta pray
Even when shit sweet, still gotta stay on point, huh
Better stay, stay vicious, nigga, demon time, huh
'Cause you slip just once could be that fatal slide, huh
'Member I was dead broke sittin' I was wishin'
Momma always said I'm gifted
Now I'm sittin' on some bank rolls (Uh)
Yeah, even with a camera
Couldn't picture any image of my present
Now I'm sittin' on some bank rolls
But they don't wanna see me winnin', huh
Took some losses, but I'm back though
Metro card was always missin', huh
I remember screamin' "back door"
'Cause I couldn't pay for the bus, huh
Got on my gun, know I trust me
With it, I'll turn you to dust
Left back but they thought I was done, huh
I was in Special Ed, but, still, I'm a special kid, huh, huh
Got homies takin' meds for injuries, stuck with it, huh, huh (Uh)
Now how could you hate 'em? Huh, I can relate
How could you hate? 'Cause I can relate, no
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