Intro

I grew up on the block in the aftermath of rock
Felt like I got the ball with a second on the clock
My whole life I've been under pressure
Strap and a scale bottom drawer of my dresser
I saw cribs and I wanted to get mama a mansion
But my team was so bad it was like an expansion
Prayed for material things but I didn't get em
Saw another kid with a gold chain and hit em
His mama knew my homie's mama, I almost caught a case
I cried when I saw the look on that woman's face
It hurt my soul to give that chain back
I made up to myself when I bought my first Cadillac
All I ever wanted was the comfort and the luxury
Nobody really fucked with me family didn't think much of me
Rocked clothes second hand maybe third
But better days are comin baby, that's my word



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Valencia
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