Born in 96 Use to pick up stick as a kid Run out our dead end street Had a lot of energy Link up with a few neighbourhood bros Lights turned on Sprint back home It was time to have a feed Life was simple and free So we grew up with the same loyalty But this time we had to succeed Plan it out Chase the bag Fuck the clout And I’m glad We figured it out Had to act dumb Just for a while Take caution now Cos no one could stop us Apon our path Self taught a lot Grind was non stop Sometimes I’d be so mad About to pop off But kept reminding myself It was bigger then me Build for this industry I ain’t looking for no sympathy But straight kill any melody If they put it infront of me To my best ability