The Story
Never had a scrap book/Just a life full of rap hooks/Fast foot forward, no matter how the past look/Last look toward the goal started with the Macbook/Garageband, now I’m all hands on these tracks, yup/You ain’t gotta problem wit ‘em/Let the music get ‘em/True religion was this rap shit and ain't no crucifixes/How your homie choose to listen/Bumpin on that Eminem/Headphones, half deaf, rockin in that minivan/Hittin play on Jigga Man/Volume 2 was in my hands/12, 13, 14 it was Biggie playin/Ready To Die, but never was I/Damn near cried when the Punisher went up into the sky/So goodbye to the player ill rhyme sayer crush a lot/Mobb Deep disc player bumpin out that fuckin box/Never had no hustle spot/Biking up the block/Bumpin Lox’s “Fuck You ” despite all of that love I got, so…
And see as I got older/That story got colder/Pop getting sicker I was sitting in the moment/Big Boi descending was hittin drowning my motor/And my Civic components were dimming giving my an ulcer/So what, ain't no biggie me let that Reggie Noble lift my soul up/Brotha Lynch was rippin me while Pop was getting sewn up/You ain't got no motherfucking option when you walking from that job you lost and you ain't feelin no luck/Oh fuck, now I’m diving in/Don’t kill my vibe again/I’m riding in that LA traffic as I’m steady dying and/Another stupid Hollywood actress that keeps on dialing/And me just by myself bumpin MOP freestyling/I am in/A zone, music’s forever home/My homie blasting LCD’s Home on open road/As we ride away from concerts, another killer show/So long as you can feel it, it’ll tell you where to go, and yo…
I guess it’s really true what they say…