FTD (From the Dirt)

I'm from the dirt nigga
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea
B-B-B-BiG BX!
Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea

I seen a lot of faces and been through hella phases
People come n go so I don't go deep in relations
Only thing I know about the dough is I'ma make it
Never let it make me, and never get complacent

I mean I'm grateful, but society is racist
And in my neighborhood a lot of us don't make it
I'm only here today by God's graces
That's y I give my God praises

I was a good kid, my father is a stoic
That mean he love us but he don't know how to show it
But he put food down, so who am I to bitch
Old skool immigrant, he grew up hard as shit

And we was so broke but I aint even know it
As I got older though it slowly started showing
Through the holes in my clothing
Yea everything was hand-me-downs
Now I got a clothing line, wear my own branding now

I'm from the dirt
Stains in my shirt
From last to first
Nigga cus I make it work

I don't need no dollar sign to tell me what I'm worth
I don't need no dollar sign to tell me what I'm worth

I'm from the dirt
Stains in my shirt
From last to first
Nigga cus I made it work

I don't need no dollar sign to tell me what I'm worth
I don't need no dollar sign to tell me what I'm worth