Heard gunshots by the window
The hood gets no sleep
That's a nightmare as a kiddo
But this ghetto boy has dreams
Mama working full time
I stepped up full speed
Sister them stayed hungry
I'm whipping up some eats
Like fatherhood at a young age
Eleven, twelve, thirteen
Paid attention from head to toe
Can't afford cold feet
Poor life makes you humble
R.I.P. poverty
Heaven does have a ghetto
As long as GOD on the scene
Off brand on my feet
Off brand on my back
Empty pockets and a full heart
My brand was that
Smile on my face
Joy on my plate
Everything was conditional
But GOD's Love stayed great
Money wasn't the answer
Had to change my will
This Fresh Prince stop chasing banks
No uncle Phill
I Fount
I FOUND ME
Yeah through it all
I FOUND ME
I found me in the rubble
Discipline from the struggle
Leadership from the hustle
Poor life makes you humble
I fell down I stumbles
Touchdown no fumble
Faith alone is no no
Had to apply muscle