[Verse 1]

Okay, I grew up with the regular thugs, I thought I'd tell you that

I thought, I thought you noticed that

Hanging with the hustlers, gettin' love from all the older cats

Listening to B.I.G., taking notes whenever Hov would rap

Looking up to Pun trynna learn to rhyme

Fantasized about Kim when I was only nine

I still remember when Nas told me the world is mine

But it was dark and hella tight around that fuckin' time

I never really had no money, all the pressure was free

Nowadays I'm out for presidents to represent me

Nowadays I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

You only think that you the shit because you never met me

Shit, I've been vibin' out since I was two

Back when Puff and Mase was wearing them shiny suits

Back when Wu-Tang was killing shit and I salute

Swear I shed a tear to Ghostface's "All that I got is you"

Yeah I'm influenced by the leaders of the East Coast, music to the death of me

Big L, Guru, Big Noyd rest in peace Jam Masta Jay too dammit

Lost a lot of great ones but they never'll vanish

I remember speaking Spanish, mami [?]

Let me hit you with the [?]

I remember bumping Fugees back when Lauryn Hill was there

Back when she would sing the sweetest shit a man can ever hear

Cyrus put me on the Onyx back when I was twelve

'Til I stole the tape and started jamming by myself

Shit Noreaga made me feel like I could be myself

Then got convicted saying some shit that everybody felt

And that's just real

[Chorus x3]

Sometimes I wanna cry and pry

Somtimes, sometimes I wanna chillay

Sometimes, sometimes I get drunk all God damn day

Sometimes I wanna go back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke

Sometimes, sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[Verse 2]

I guess my middle name must be He-Ain't-Shit

Every time I'm in the club bitches be like: "He ain't shit!"

All of my niggas know we ain't shit

It's some niggas trynna make it out this pre-game shit, word

I break bread, red, hundred dollar bills

Had to go independent I was running out of deals

Low commission, I was free as can be

Now a nigga back in business like I'm EPMD

Wishing I could be Talib like a motherfucker

Living just to get by is not enough for us

Couple kids and the government be blessed of us

I guess this is it, knock your niggas' blockbusters

[?], fuck what you talkin' 'bout

I used to bust some Cool J's, momma said: "I'll knock you out!"

A boombox, two pays to clean your Cogney mouth

With the ill nine or two ways to meet Foxy Brown

Yeah I'm influenced by the leaders of the East Coast, music to the death of me

ODB, MCA, Freaky Tah, rest in peace Jam Masta Jay too dammit

Lost a lot of great ones but they never'll vanish

I remember bumping Lost Boyz, I ain't even care

Let me hit you with the Black Rob shit until you scared

I remember bumping Black Moon and Buckshot, I was there

Back when he would say the hardest shit a man could ever hear

Daddy put me on the gangsters when I was twelve

'Til I stole the tape and started jamming by myself

Noreaga made me feel like I could be myself

Like I can vent and say some shit that everbody felt

And that's just real

[Chorus x3]

Sometimes I wanna cry and pry

Somtimes, sometimes I wanna chillay

Sometimes, sometimes I get drunk all God damn day

Sometimes I wanna go back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke

Sometimes, sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[Outro]

Ayo shout out to all the different regions that helped to build this hip hop shit and make it great

West, South

But on this one I wanted to talk about where I'm from and some of the shit that inspired me coming up

See, young niggas from the East Coast don't really pay homage no more, and I know there were those that paved the way for me

Out here, and I wanted to acknowledge y'all, word

Joyner!