grew up feeling like it was just my city everybody hands out trying to get them filthy no role modelz to lead the way oh by the way Contraband in my locker rubber bands wrapped around tight upon my mighty dollar drop that stack at Foot Locker I can feel the Force Skywalker rocker Shakalaka with these Air Force Ones fresh shoes That Ever Walked In Sun hard to keep them clean cuz they was bright white step on my shoes boy we bout to fight going up didn't have enough but I had enough tough love coming from everybody and I mean everybody but if I hand over the money my pops is feeling jolly money stack spread out on the kitchen table my mom was like this is for the light water rent and cable 16 full-time job and the side Hustle pet p talks with my uncial one day life's going to start fitting like a puzzle one day is going to click in your brain muscle but I am just living Trail land pocket expand it wasn't truly my plan but I had to grow up quickly become a man understand short fuse don't get off hand traffic jam but I don't give a damn windows down as I Jam peace signs out the window for my Clan