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