I was gifted to this world
Back in eighty seven
Late eighties baby
Yeah I'm kinda crazy
Getting to the money
Nope I'm never lazy
By the age of seven
Momma knew she had
A hustling baby
Selling looks to a
Playboy
Till a nigga took the
Magazine
What a kill joy
As I look back on it
All I do is laugh at it
Tell my kids I been
Bout my money since
My Elementary school days
Things I remember
Things I remember
Thangs ain't the same
From what I remember
They thought that I was losing
I was really winning
I remember hot days
Here in Lawton
I would walk my cousin
Home
Turn around and walk
My ass back home
Living care free
Didn't need a phone
Staying to myself
I stayed my zone
Didn't like school
I was called a fool
Graduated high school
While working dude
People never thought
I'd make that far
Went against the odds
I could never stop and pause
Now when see me
They be acting friendly
Miss me with the bullshit
If you f*cking with me
You gotta be legit
I don't need a
Counterfeit
Tryna pass for legitimate
You a F.A.N to me
Fraud Ass Nigga
You a lame to me
Things I remember
Things I remember
Thangs ain't the same
From what I remember
They thought that I was losing
I was really winning
Didn't know growing up
Would suck so much
Learning life lessons
More like counting
Blessings
At the age of nineteen
I had to grow up
Joined the army
Got my rank up
Meaning that I
Got my money up
Got injured in Iraq
That's another story
Now the money
Never slowing up
Teach my children
All the things I remember
From the hustling skills
To frying a chicken dinner
For the family nigga