This is me homie, this is me
Lifestyle
Let's take y'all on a journey
Come on
I left Jamaica in da summer of o-eight
You know
Migrated to New York City
Released my first mixtape with Nu Jerzey Devil
But now I'm gon take it back a lil' further
Gon tell y'all how I came up, you know
Cry Nation all day
Yo Zalla, what's up homie, I see you
You know how we do

Reminiscing on da days
When I first wrote my first rhyme on da page
Performed in high school but got booed off stage
My girl was in da crowd, her mood all changed
And I was ashamed
I was taking notes
When Zalla first took me to da studio and I choked
He said Káy keep ya head up there's hope
Cry Nation all day, since that day we took that oath
And I vowed to get that money for us both
Years later, I appear greater
I'm making beats
And my rhyme game serenades the streets
And still motherfuckas wanna test Káy
If you wanna feel inspired then put my tape in and press play
Word to PJ Butta, thanks for playing my jams
That night when you played Nothing But Passion I was like damn
I hope y'all love it
Just trying to make a million off a dope boy budget
Come on

Whassup son
I could never forget that night yo
When PJ Butta premiered my joint on da Urban World Chart Show
Ha ha, da whole block was listening yo
I was da shit back then son
You know how we do it, Cry Nation all day baby
Ikáy, for real, gotta respect that, come on

Sitting in my room, looking at some old pictures
I got three brothers, no sisters
But I got two cousins though
Da sisters I never had and I love em yo
Just wanna hug em yo
I was just a lil boy back in o-two
In da streets with my whole crew
Fighting with em old dudes
Just wanna be loved
Just wanna be respected by them thugz
That's all it was
Jerseys and Nikeys was da thing back then
But my dad couldn't afford it
He bought me some Reeboks, I never wore it
I wanted more
Crying tears on da bathroom floor
Life is hard, oh my God, we can't be poor
So I hit da streets trying to hustle on my own
9 years later, da hustle's all I've known
Spent all my life being ungrateful
For dem young niggaz just like me, I wanna save you
Come on

For real
It ain't a game son
You know, gotta be thankful for everything you have
For sure
No matter how small it is cause somebody somewhere in the world got it worse than you
Ikáy
Word is bond, you gotta take it from me, you know I been there
For real, made mistakes
You know, I'm just trying to prevent you from doing the same

I never been a sucker for love
Da ladies want a gentleman, they ain't fucking with thugz
Therefore they ain't fucking with us
Love was a mystery
Didn't mean shit to me
Then I got older and wiser
Met this one chick and I had to slide beside her
I wanna be her provider
Things was good for a minute
Then we was finish
Da love was diminished
I coulda made it last
If it wasn't for that next chick with that fatter ass
It's a man thing, something you could never grasp
Didn't last long but we had a blast
She's still my other half
I still think about her from time to time
Though she ain't mine
Certain problems sorry can't fix
I apologized, though she probably think I ain't shit
I left da one I shoulda stayed with
And I'm sorry ma

For real
I'm a man
You know, it's hard for me to make up my mind
It's all love though
I still think about ya
Ahuh! Hope that you still think about me
Haha, damn
For real, we had some good times though
Haha, come on baby, you know how we do it
For real

Shout out to urbanislandz. Com
Special thanks to Lito Figueroa, you know PJ Butta, the whole Urban World Chart Show staff
I appreciate all the love, you know
Ha ha, for real
D-Teck! Whassup son
Zalla, Craig, Nicko
Kingston Jamaica, Warminister, Da River
Queens, New York, haha, Flushing, we in da building
You know how we do it
Let's ride out
You know