Snake Hill & 611
I guess this story starts back in ninety-seven
That's the summer my pops left us
I was five years old but I couldn't sweat it
Became a man on the corner of Snake Hill and Six-Eleven
Man, I grew up on that intersection
Now, to my hood, I'm like a living legend
But it's plenty niggas that had it worse than me
So early on it taught me to count my blessings
Walk across the street from school down to Aunt Jane's
'Fore you even got in the house, you could smell the crescents
Sweet potatoes and the Mac and Cheese
But before we ate, she made me do my lesson
The divorce had my mama stressing
My uncle dealing with being diabetic
Then middle school came and the shit was hectic
Man, I swear the shit was crazy as an adolescent
'Cause that's when Aunt Jane passed and Uncle Curly too
And a couple other people that I barely knew
And yeah that shit hurt but that's just life
That's why in all of my verses I tell the dirty truth
Then high school came and Erin went to Tech
That spring, Cho shot up the fucking school
Tattooed tears on my face and I'm just a freshman
Fam looking at me like, "What we going to do?"
I'm like, "Shit nigga, I'm only 15"
And I ain't got a fucking clue
Fuck it, put the world on my back
Told them we going to do what we got to do
That's the move that was logical
We finna get up out this bullshit, I promise you
That's what I told my uncle and my grandfather too
But most especially Mom Dukes
That's when I fell in love with Hip-Hop
Started freestyling on the bus ride after school
But don't get it twisted, I was about my business
'Cause it was homework I still had to do
'Cause I was trying to get up out the shit
Yeah I'm talking about that box that they got us in
So next thing you know, I'm at A and T
On a full academic scholarship
A young nigga on his college shit
But still making beats and rhyming shit
Graduated, May twenty-fourteen
On my Summa Cum Laude shit
Tears of joy from my mom and shit
I know she proud of my accomplishments
So the biggest lesson the struggle taught me
Is that the key to success is how you define the shit
That's the summer my pops left us
I was five years old but I couldn't sweat it
Became a man on the corner of Snake Hill and Six-Eleven
Man, I grew up on that intersection
Now, to my hood, I'm like a living legend
But it's plenty niggas that had it worse than me
So early on it taught me to count my blessings
Walk across the street from school down to Aunt Jane's
'Fore you even got in the house, you could smell the crescents
Sweet potatoes and the Mac and Cheese
But before we ate, she made me do my lesson
The divorce had my mama stressing
My uncle dealing with being diabetic
Then middle school came and the shit was hectic
Man, I swear the shit was crazy as an adolescent
'Cause that's when Aunt Jane passed and Uncle Curly too
And a couple other people that I barely knew
And yeah that shit hurt but that's just life
That's why in all of my verses I tell the dirty truth
Then high school came and Erin went to Tech
That spring, Cho shot up the fucking school
Tattooed tears on my face and I'm just a freshman
Fam looking at me like, "What we going to do?"
I'm like, "Shit nigga, I'm only 15"
And I ain't got a fucking clue
Fuck it, put the world on my back
Told them we going to do what we got to do
That's the move that was logical
We finna get up out this bullshit, I promise you
That's what I told my uncle and my grandfather too
But most especially Mom Dukes
That's when I fell in love with Hip-Hop
Started freestyling on the bus ride after school
But don't get it twisted, I was about my business
'Cause it was homework I still had to do
'Cause I was trying to get up out the shit
Yeah I'm talking about that box that they got us in
So next thing you know, I'm at A and T
On a full academic scholarship
A young nigga on his college shit
But still making beats and rhyming shit
Graduated, May twenty-fourteen
On my Summa Cum Laude shit
Tears of joy from my mom and shit
I know she proud of my accomplishments
So the biggest lesson the struggle taught me
Is that the key to success is how you define the shit
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Writer(s): Zachary Canady
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