I was born one day before Saint Pat
I guess a ***** miss luck just like that
Henry Ford, not even one mile from motown
Explains all the soul that you hear in my sound
A ten minute ride to Linwood, I begun my mama first son
Look what I become, a wee hit with words
This ain't no Reggie cause the flame rise from Oakland
I used to play with pistols and crackhouses
Get to school just to ***** *****es on dirty couches, abandoned houses
Find one with the lights on it, landlord came pulled the hook and locks on it
Money I'm plotting on it I put the block on it, I'm gonna get it
Fold deep, no shocks on it
Rep the D cause it's all I know