How?

Yea, yea, here we go
Alright lets get it
I'm writing this from my lowest place, but feeling at my highest place
I've never been this financially low, I've never been this emotionally low
But I still ready to grip the mic and go

Unload my bars, aim for the top of the charts and put tape out for critics to tear apart
Since the second I stepped in the game, I fell in love with the game
I ain't felt the same since I picked up the pen, since I started my poetic work back then

All my life I felt like the underrated lefty spending all my life in the bullpen like Righetti
Everyday I've been getting warm, getting ready, waiting for my time to drop bombs like Eddie

Most of y'all won't understand these last punches
Because you ain't know what game I ran before I rapped about how I run this

Ducked and dodged my way through grade school
Never had fulfillment like an empty swimming pool
I did my work to keep my dad cool
I did my work to show my teachers I was no fool

Then my whole life change after 6th grade
More households rearrange, my family fade
Finally got them off my back and got some space
At 13 I was running around all over the place

Never scared for my safety, just happy I got my first lady
It was every Tuesday and Thursday her and I were exploring actions that wouldn't make a baby
I was just a kid and her mom hated me because I was shady

She didn't like my life's lack of parental control
How I could walk out my house and take a midnight stroll
That isn't how my life suppose to go, but would I change it?

With all that time on my hands I could make big plans and dream of being the worlds richest man
I ain't ever touch substances, no alcohol, no drugs, cuz I knew that could fuck it up
Stuff like that put me down on my luck, yea
Stuff like that put me down on my luck

It wasn't till 10th grade that I found my ability to write
Looking back on it I was up late every night

Just pouring feelings out, every emotion going out, every memory to the page
Only thing I could do to keep me out my hypothetical cage
See, mama had another baby on the way and her baby daddy was the only one getting paid

That left little Shell with a notebook and feelings that his family overlooked
Most of it was anger, didn't start trying to rhyme until a year later
17 was his first year screaming fuck a hater and getting thoughts that rhyming may be his wager against the odds
His main paper maker that gets him out dead end jobs

I didn't have enough confidence to grab a mic until I was 18
But the second I did I became a fiend
It was just my friends and me all huddled around a PC
Taking rounds on the mic till dark, taking rounds on the mic bar for bar
Bones, Hound and P
That was our names
I had so much stresses in my real life, but I gripped the mic and it went away
Spit it all out and let it float away
That was the moment I realized, this is what I want to do every fucking day

A couple months pass, go through some heart break
Find a pen again and start prepping up this rhyme cake
Perfectly layered emotions and all
I'll finish this tape even if I gots to crawl
I'm in this game for the long haul, yea