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