Volume 2 Video (MV)

January 1st 2000
A king was born
Named after my pops
I tried to to fit in his socks
He kept me fly
Til 03
Was in a box
My moms lost the crib
Me moms and big sis
Was going house to house
Didn't know what that was bout
Now I'm 5
Seen my pops
He told me he was in school
I'm crying like "Daddy I wanna be Here with you
He like "nah son, go take care ya Mom son
He get out
Put me on books like Malcolm X
And roots
When I was really tryna find my Roots
Talking to my aelites just tryna find The proof
Then I turned 9 you introduced me To the streets
Where I learned how to hustle Anything that I can see
Said any goal you can accomplish, You can get it you can reach
The wrong role models
In New York it's just the fiends
And Virginia just the haters that Don't wanna see u make it
At 13 I started rhyming started Making mixtapes and
On the corner of Fulton street was me and AK
I looked up to SK
I know he got a lot to say
About my growth
15 I recorded Street Politics
Ron found me at my first show in Portsmouth I did with Tral
He flew me out to Cali
Then we flew back out to Cali
He changed my life
Shaped me as a artist
I regret what happened
I hope all is well with family and the Catering
Me and Tral we jugging we making Our plays
I'm like doggie make it happen so we Can get paid
In the studio more and more
I'm focused
I noticed
That everybody locked up
Nobody put the glocks up
Derrica she adopted me then I flew Out to Texas
Hot as hell and I'm just tryna get Adjusted
I got depressed and I started writing Die Rich
I got fat, but won't nobody hyping My shit
I met Remani she sparked a change In my brain
Who would've thought 2 years later Things would never be the same
Red eye Volume 2
I know it don't feel the same