Welcome home kid Where's your state of mind You smell like cigarettes And it's dinner time Your bank accounts low There's a minus sign But by the looks at what you're wearing you got dollar signs, so Someone's lying Someone's trying I'd be more proud if your clothes smelt like turpentine I'd be more proud if you mopped some floors getting overtime Then work a couple doubles on the weekend That's the bottom line Keep flexing like that, you gon black out Only people do that really need clout Or have a lot of doubt You can feel proud But there's a fine line between marketing And a tilt snout, so Sit down Small pride Big sound Big sigh (Hhhhhh) Profound That's the mindset you need To really break ground