I remember being poor Remember sleeping on the floor Never had the things we wanted Just the shit we could afford Last year I made a lot of money This year I want more You rapping like you got some money I'm not really sure I just got a brand new crib I see the river from the porch They be acting like they with the kid I'm whipping through New York And I know my city listening They know what the mission is Knew I was gonna blow up But I never would've visioned this Mama pick a house Marble counters in the kitchen And you know I'm from the South So I like barbecue and chicken Went from no one to a star I see who you really are Believing in myself is how I made it here this far And I know that life is hard I ain't sleep good in a week Need some write offs on these taxes Cause my taxes isn't cheap And I think my girl a geek Way she always giving brain You and me we ain't the same I'm the mother fucking man