Intro

When I left the crib, I left my mom a note that had my key up in it

I hit the road and hoped that once she couldn't see me, she would see me different

Spent too much time tryna prove what ya'll already know

Ain't need a stamp of approval, I was already dope

I hear em laughing keke'n but I got better jokes

Ain't have to say we into it, it was already smoke aye

Where I'm from its trial and error

Biggies in the winter weather

Leather Pelle's, beef and broccolis, tuck a tech in Nike sweaters

In them buildings with them killers

In bodegas with them sellers

To the deez and to the boys I'm Hellen Keller aye