[Verse]

People were scared of me

My dad ain't care for me

Thank God for Toy Dawkins

She took care of me

Bloodshed was there for me

When death was looking in

My mom was doing hard

Grandma Dot took me in

Argued with Grampa Jerry

Schemed with Uncle Teddy

Ain't fuck with Cousin Joe

He was too petty

Thanks to Dave & Rock, that was nice of y'all

They wouldn't give me work (Why?) 'cause I was nice in ball

This was the 9th grade, working out with barbells

Then me and Hud bought 50 grams, thought we was a cartel

What was we smuggling, I was struggling

Rapping, playing ball, plus hustling

Digga did tracks for me

Big L rapped with me

AJ held the guns, he'll still clap for me

Shout to Chasity, her sister Daphony

They drove across the bridge for us, yes the Tappan Zee (yes)

Let me speed up the story of pain and agony

Finally got a deal, more like a tragedy

Good looking Lance Rivera, Jacob for backing me

But I get money on these streets man, factually

Actually, Dominican Rich just gave some smack to me

And I had coke already, came up with a strategy

Kept it at Kim crib, the stove locked it up

Fat Shawn rocked it up, DukedaGod chopped it up

Stash box in the car, hit the button, stock it up

I was wilding man, and got up with the Taliban

Luca Brasi, introduced me to [Milt]

After that it was a wrap had Ohio on tilt

In Chicago, yo, I'm ballin' I felt like I'm Wilt

And that's the truth of how the funding for Dipset was built

Why they give me these odds?

This goddamn city of ours, the city of God

Still I drove off in the prettiest cars

Some was unfortunate, pine box or orphanage

Watching your siblings turning into foster kids

[Outro: Cam’ron]

Shed a motherfuckin’ tear here right now, man

You wasn’t there

You wasn’t there

[?], you was there

Ayo, British, you was there

[?], you was there

What up, Bubsy!

That little two-bedroom in Ohio

That townhouse in Chicago

[?] you was there

What up, Freeze?

What up, Kitta

Ayo Chubs, I’m lying?

Hold your head [?] Joe

Columbus, Ohio, baby

Ayo, [?], we ain’t tear Dayton up?

Aye yo, ‘Trice, I ain’t do Cincinnati filthy?

Camilla, Chicago, I ain’t forget about you

Ayyo, what up that West Side yo, Duke, I still love you, nigga Westside Chicago

Fuck outta here ‘fore I fuck around and cry tho, man

Mo’ Money, she was there