Letras
Aye man, you know what I'm saying?
It's just like, uh...
I just gotta get a little something off my chest
You know what I'm saying?
It's like a mini bio
A small, just a small depiction of my life
A motion picture, shall I say?
Hahaha
As a youngster, jumped off the porch as a seed
Ended up selling weed
Introduced me to that cocaine (Cocaine)
I fell in love with that dope game
Started with a 50 flip then I bought a 16
A lot of niggas used to love me, some tried to kill me
Picture on the fly, wanted dead or alive
Shot at six times but God let me survive
He had a plan for me, I met Cowboy and Wick
Summer of '96 when we first got rich
Used to be at Sunny Mitchell but hustled at People's Choice
But when I started rapping, became the people's voice
They say, "J, you running from your calling"
Never that, man, I'm out here balling
Two years passed, money still coming fast
Nike shoeboxes, nigga, filled with cash
My game is on freeze just like it's twenty below
When nothing shaking in the trees from pounds to kilos
I fuck with dealers like these, OG Henry Zino
Catch me up in New Orleans balling in the casino
When I lost a hundred G's, wasn't shit to Nino
I did a tour overseas, came back and re-scope
Fell off for a minute, got my same position
On the toilet still shitting on my competition
Now everything gravy, came to an end
Me and Mark moved on and they went to the pen
That's when they told me that his uncle had connects from Cali
It was Joker, Tiny, and Lil' Daddy
Aye man, they changed my life, introduced me something new
Had me flamed up, choosing red over blue
You know my story, I did it, Piru 'til the end
Treetop BSVs for all my kin
I kept that A1, I had the cheapest in the city
Strippers all on my dick, they kept my name on they titty
I'm thinking back how it all started with a fifty