Verse 1:
Nike’s on my feet, baggy jeans/
Riding handlebars before I was teen/
Tryna keep it clean/
I prolly freaked it with my windbreaker/
Bucking on haters like Vin Baker/
Imitating entertainers/
With a taper that’s to die for/
Behind these locked doors, been contesting with lock jaw/
Wish I could speak my mind more/
Looking out the window, watching lawnmowers/
Finally get outside, my homies running 5 on 5 boy/
Pass the rock/
I shoot the ball like it’s the only time I’ll get to touch it/
I’m crossing over hit reverses, yeah we getting buckets/
They looking at me like I’m new to this/
I’m true to this, my J sick, I need some Sudafed, baby I’m too legit/
But on the same coin, homie up the block just got his brains blown/
Like James Bond, feel like we being raised wrong/
Trying to make the best out of humbling situations/
Ugh, exhibit patience, I witnessed my limitations.

Chorus:
The only one I trusted was the candy lady/
Myhomie just got popped we on the way to Grady/
They telling us his leg got to be amputated/
I’m thinking it’s because our skin is melanated/

Verse 2:
The streets is flooded like Venice/
My Og just turned 16, got him a Civic/
I’m watching him hard/
Them girls jocking him, he dropping em off/
Driving a car was like the recipe to start a ménage/
Not that I knew it/
I was a student/
Mind wouldn’t polluted/
But I wish someday that I could it/
Started a movement with my homies on the back of the bus/
Like Usher Raymond, want it my way, is you bout it or what?/
We roasting folks about their clothes and shoes, fashion police, laughing at people for their broken rules/
Acting as if we had to show and prove/
But ain’t nobody on my block rich/
Never realizing my environment was toxic/
We planning and plotting/
Scrambling and jotting/
Diamonds on my neck in self portraits/
Now that I’m grown I see it similar to Clinton Portis/
We get extorted to be socially acceptable/
My missions to make my presence celestial, just let me go.

Chorus:
The only one I trusted was the candy lady/
Myhomie just got popped we on the way to Grady/
They telling us his leg got to be amputated/
I’m thinking it’s because our skin is melanated/