Oldschool

I was a little nigga, livin and chillen in the 615 My momma said look me in the eyes, son you got the Potential to go where ever you desire, go higher Its no surprise that your dads hangin with the dope Suppliers, if its better than your own betta hope Its some fire and dont say they didn't need you , cause You's a damn liar, so i grew into a fighter, my fire Was ignited like a blunt of granddaddy and this money Was my lighter, been scheamin since i was in diapers Take shots at the game aimin for domes like a sniper I was only 5th grade before i hit the mary jane, my nigga Tyll put me on rap tip, told me from this point on theres No playin, we facin a recces ion and it ain't gettin No betta , you feel what im sayin, we ain't nothin without Paper in a world full of nobodies that got nothin stoppin Em from sprayin, ya dig