Not in the MLB, but I be in the outfield

In the traffic commutin', skootin', I'm havin' my scrill'

This pistol I'm packin', it got a whole lotta kick

Don't think that 'cause I'm rappin' that I won't get in your shit

When I was a little youngster I was nosy and curious

I asked a lot of questions and I took life serious

Me and all my cousins, my kinfolk and my relatives

Trenchin' and trappin' and hustlin' ever since we was little kids

Ever since we was little ones, intelligent hooligans

Microwave livin' on the soil rockin' up crumbs

All on the roof and the bushes funkin' with guns

Servin' dope to the fiends, now I'm older I don't condone

I ask the lord to forgive me for everything I done wrong

When it's time to leave this earth, will he let me into his home?

Anything's possible with the power of prayer

I come from nothin', used to have holes in my underwear

I remember when the people didn't see the vision

We was in the kitchen, we was on a mission

Sittin' at a table like "hear the demo"

Me and 40-Water on the instrumental

All we gonna need is a little dough

Puttin' it in the store through the promo

Everywhere we go, B-Lit rollin' up

Ethyl in the cup, but him on his butt

Dodge another bullet, gained another blessing

Hundred thou' independent on my freshman

Prayers going up 'fore we hit the stage

First deal 3 mil' rap page