Intro

Come and listen to this story
It's your boy, yeah he a Muslim but he preach just like a reverend
The greats was all before me, set my stage to be a legend
Born and destined for the glory, weeks ahead of 97
Let me take you before all of that
Around the time when Martin Luther was saying fuck all of that
Before they even knew of computers, picked up an almanac
The side of the globe, where winter weather get to boiling at
A baby was born, oldest of 7, call him Dean
Dean grew up with nothing but a dream
Skinny nigga tryna eat and get his mother off the scene
Smart as shit to end up with scholarships, European
So he left the land he grew up in as young as 17
On a boat, broke with nothing but a coat and a kit-kat
Moved like snow white, where the hoes and the rich at
To the North, his mother couldn't believe he left
He said on God I'm coming back with a big fat check
And so he went on his way and
From Day Inn to Day Inn
Working for some quarters, flipping burgers 'round the way in
Just enough to make a living, find a place that he could lay in
His family eating good he send them half of what they pay him
Met a girl so bad that she would make you start praying
Made em wanna move and raise a wife and kids like Damon Wayans
Saved enough to get himself a college degree
And then he flew across the map into the 703
And then he had me
Then he had me

Yeah

1996, I popped up in this bitch like wassup
Before the age of 2 my poppa knew I was the 1
For me to even be was hard, he made it through the struggle
So he went named me Gihad just to make you niggas wonder
And look at how that all worked out
Earned the conditions that the old him would've jaw dropped at
And so I lived in this abundance
Got whatever toys that I wanted
He told me stories to remember how we got all that
I paid attention
Was getting it, but then he said, better yet:
Next thing I know I'm packed up and we back up in the motherland
Beauty every corner, hugs from family that I never met
I done seen some shit I swear to God a nigga cant forget
The ghettoest, piss poor conditions, shit was evident
Intelligence without development, but shit was elegant
Niggas barely had a half of anything I ever did
That shit hit me different like an uppercut Mcgregor hit
So I
Came back with a
Vision to help my fucking niggas
Go stack them pillars
Something to live for that was bigger
Than pushin Benzes
And when I seen them picket fences
Came to my senses
I started tryna spit these lessons
Up in the kitchen
Now they respect me like professors
With easy quizzes
Now that your boy is finally grown
With all I know
I'm bout to link with all my Zoles
My fathers home
I'm headed back home nigga
I'm headed back home