From the ground is where I begun, living in the slums of the ghetto. Grew up on the tupac's and biggie's, hip-hop was the life, survival of the fittest was the only way you could live. Ya gun shots clacking bang bang, brothers gone, cousins gone, everybody lying down in this ****** town. Strange clouds puff puff, popping molly's doing them Ollie's on my skate board, young wild free this is how I be. Hard times, grinding in the clubs, drunk minds all doing things religious people deem evil. I said it all, I've done it all, there's not much left to do, yeah cause rolling with honnies in the lambo's gets so tiring after a while. Yeah i roll in the dough but yet I don't feel whole, left with just misery, all alone in a place that doesn't feel like my kind of home. Hard times to fame, to feeling lame, I don't know what I can do I just so bored mane.