Ea$y Money - Intro Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
I was born in a city that's statistically the worst
(Camden Jers) I came literally from the dirt
Physically you see a smirk, spiritually I was murked
(But it made me who I am) Now I'm lyrically berzerk
Never thought rap was my calling, the game I was ignoring
Started recording, now I'm all in
I earned my name, bullying the booth
But, y'all got Term to blame he pulled me in the booth
Now I'm known for doing tracks harm when I rock
Bounce on this beat, sorta like mom did to pop
When we made our way to Haverhill
Them same streets where I made my debut
And I'm still in 'em, on tracks I spill venom
I am killin' 'em. The team here, it's time for us to get in
Flow God sent like I'm rhyming this from heaven
I'm tryna make my city synonomous with legends. It's 9, 7... 8

[Verse 2:]
My life story, one mixed with strife and glory
The individual who stand right before thee
Grew up a hard knock, gained stripes as a shorty (Why's that?)
Because the straight and narrow life really bored me
Packed guns, but twice they had caught me
Tears mom wiped reassured me
This life isn't for me. Told Bob Nash plug in the mic and record me
Now me and team rewriting history
Because the shit that y'all writing is corny
Got the rap game in a bad position
And just to be clear, my music is passion driven
So judge solely on the tracks I'm ripping
Not cause of the packs I'm flipping, Gats I'm spitting
Or cause I caught cases and sat in prison
Yeah, I did jail time. Now that that's out the way
Let the music speak for itself y'all let it play...