yeah i came from the streets i told my momma i got other plans then she started scolding me my dad kinda addicted though to academics they don't think bout nothing else they want be try to be myself I always want be me i just want be real i ain't got no time for tears not just want the riches i just want to heal I just want to help humanity I just want to heal see when I look at my past i see lotta damage n loss I see Lotta doubts and lust I see lot of tears and blood I got plans for the future a lotta friends ignored I see Lotta sweats i lost bitch now I got fans I'm looking back when my momma told you don't gotta rest you need the stress yeah you gotta hustle you don't need bad friends they go hurt you bad they stab you in the back that's no good experience my son you hear niggas they bad they disgrace you my dad always tells me let your best friend be your text books and note books and just let em rule be happy else you're a dead fool you're lucky cause we got anything you want you just mention education should be your number remember we got nothing now we going where we want remember we would hustle in the streets and farm for lunch now we got the bucks they always tell me we won't be on earth forever