From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a I was up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff with my folkers cause we loved eachother so much Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, the block real tuff Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine camp Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on big backs Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic In the time, in between time, in my spare time writin raps In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin
You think you know, but you really have no idea Listen to discography of E40, real talk for ago, way before I even had a career I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer And never the older cats up in my hood pump fear with my own soil, listen here Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the Up the ladder I'm to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine Don't nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind Hot ones echo through the ghetto, all the time I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit rhyme
A loaf of bread, a stick of and some milk Around the corner from the spot all the dealers dealt Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my Tryin to get music off the ground with high ass expectations Took a time and patience, a little faith in God To make a story short, look at me now sahob I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky like the A de- a decade and a and still in the loop In case you suckers didn't know, I told you before I ain't too fast, see y'all just listening too slow I paved the way for the independent The industry mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine