I come from ghetto places
And locations that
Barely had blankets
My Momma raised us
Had to struggle
To make all the payments
Surviving on food stamps
It was hard but we made it
Cool calm and collective
But not the one to play with
I come from the type of place where hustlers thrive
City of trees
Making our way right to the top
It never stopped us from dreaming
Struggles gave us a reason
Trying to ball like Webber at the Arco Arena
I sold sneakers, medications
Whatever's needed
Move sharp can't let a hater ever catch you slippin
Public housing wasn't bad unless you dreaming
Bout big houses in Granite Bay away from polices
Watch how I ball
Watch how many bags leave out the mall
Couldn't afford shit so now I'm bouta buy it all
Yall be on that bull, I'm quick to cut you off
Quick to cut a check if you hustling and want it all