from a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tube
i was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff
arguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
ditchin and dodgin the rollers
grippin the block real tuff
strikin and scootin them novas and them chevrolet stepside trucks
and ivory and them from the magazine street camp
posted up like thumbtacks
talking on faulty big backs
in my spare time writin raps
on the concrete shootin craps
but you really don't have no idea
listen to discography of e40
way before i even had a career
i got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka beer
and never letting the older cats up in my hood pump fear
jealous cause we had all the broads and all the gear
up the ladder i'm tryin to climb
game sharper than a porcupine spine
hot ones echo through the ghetto
i thank the lord for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme
a stick of butter and some milk
around the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt
trials and tribul-i-zations
me and my peopl-i-zations
tryin to get this music off the ground with high ass expectations
took a little time and patience
to make a long story short
i'm doing it chubby like the checker
a de- a decade and a half and still in the loop
in case you suckers didn't know
see y'all just listening too slow
i paved the way for the independent grind
the industry they mimick me
but don't wanna gimme mine