| Amar, Amar, c'mon. | |
| Yeah Dad, what? | |
| Hope you did your homework already. | |
| I did that already, c'mon | |
| Dad. Nah, it's time to go to... | |
| C'mon listen... | |
| What happened? | |
| I went to school today | |
| I said AZ's my daddy, they said, "Jay-Z? Nas?" | |
| What, what? | |
| Tell me the story again? | |
| Ok, ok. Aight, this is how it went down... | |
| We talkin' a few years before you even appeared | |
| I was into my little gear, yeah **** and my beer | |
| Hustlin out of fear, fear of bein' a ****** | |
| Like them cowards with no gear they just breathin' the air, son clear, but didn't realize life ain't fair with one drive-by, it could end your life right there though | |
| I'm a fly guy from [?] my knife's like chyeah | |
| **** the world we can fight right | |
| I don't scare from beer no more nigh**ares here not a tear | |
| I was strighter than the white man's hair | |
| Met Nasir, had that hype that jeer | |
| Like a kite, threw me a mic | |
| I took flight right there that ain't lies | |
| I was nice | |
| I swear went fool with the jewels, even iced my ears | |
| New school, | |
| I was cool, wanted righteous wears | |
| But from the door they didn't like that there, | |
| I ain't care as long as | |
| I left the china white right there and understood that you could change a life through prayer it's all good police even politely stared | |
| Was unreal, but still now it feels slightly weird | |
| I was spared gave love, taught my peers though it was buff, never gave up, fought my fears | |
| Now it's like "what?" | |
| I'm G'ed up, awesome blair entertainer from the streets with a sportsman's flair | |
| Yeah, that's good enough for you? | |
| Dad, Dad, what's "G'ed up?" | |
| Listen man, don't worry about that now, just go to sleep | |
| Ok, ok. I'll tell you that later on. | |
| But you know what? | |
| What, what what? | |
| I got one more quick story to tell you. | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. | |
| Maybe you could take this story, and tell your friends at school this one: | |
| Heeeeere we go! | |
| Out the gate, he who hate himself ain't straight he a snake, he the type who send himself upstate catch a case for a plate he ain't have to take, he coulda | |
| Played it safe, said his grace and ate but it's fate [Fades...] |
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