Jet Perry - Bayview Baby Lyrics

Never was a product of privilege but I won't kick it
Like I never had a pot I could piss in
My struggles different
In those winters where an address was missing
I'm reminiscing on those days when I was raised inside those burgundy buildings
Staircase had an aroma of piss and marijuana
We was blowing down diesel
That gas could drive us farther
Niggas heading down the stairs
And we would scatter like roaches
The Rendezvous point was apartment 3D
See me? I would be 10 deep with all the knuckleheads
Auntie gave me wisdom of something I think my Uncle said
I never got to meet him but he sounded like a classic man
A few of us were fatherless, we taught each other how to stand
On our own two, right from wrong & keep your circle tight
I didn't always do wrong but I know I didn't do much right
I'm talking too much & I been cheifin' man, who got a light?
Auntie was the OG, been in there since they had laid the bricks
She raised my mother in these towers, family really came from this
76 to 86, 96 to '16
Baggin' up my little bit of work when I was 16
Getting fried off nuggets, I was trying to keep my shit clean
I didn't hide it well cause why the hell is my piss green?
(Bro I'm supposed to be selling this shit, not toking it)
So focus kid, you could be somebody in this world
I was doodling ideas all day 'till I got caught up with these different girls
I knew a few were into me
I took a few virginities
Got bit up by the enemy
And didn't let it get to me
Gave me killer instinct energy
Been committed and I think it made me stronger mentally
I was glued to that TV box
Channel 54, 106 & Park top 10
Rap City really hit the spot
That's where a nigga got the itch to do this shit
Jeezy on the list, Weezy on the list, Yeezy on the list
Lil Jet Peezy had a dream to be the hardest
It's still a reality, I'm practically egregious on this shit
I was practicing my penmanship and plotting on a bigger plan
17 years later, on a mission to feed the fam
Blessed be these greasy hands
That i use to channel words through this vessel
I'm a testament to self belief, delusion that you need to succeed within the arts
We know this industry's an evil land
We can roll the dice on life, see where they fall (where they at?)
Spin the wheel and we can see just where the needle lands
Never was a product of privilege but I won't kick it
Like I never had a pot I could piss in, my struggles different
In those summers where an address was missing
I'm reminiscing on those days when I was raised inside those burgundy buildings
Staircase had an aroma of piss and marijuana
We was blowing down diesel
That gas could drive us farther, no lie!
If Hov had Marcy, then I'm the Bayview Baby
That's kinda wavy