Yeah, hip-hop * is my life, man
Yeah, yo, I was born in the 80s, raised in the 90s
Young and grimy in the record stores where you find me
Long before the internet, head bouncing, bout to break my neck
In my room making mixtapes on cassette, this was 93, 94
Used to have an ACP poster hanging on the door
Neighbor banging on the floor, telling me to turn it down
The bass was so loud, I just kept playing it like that
Until they moved the * out, nobody really knew me
So I started to tag, freestyling, pulling spray cans out of my bag
That's when I got my first taste of the fame
The cops arrested me at school, said, they investigating my name
Even made it in the paper, then I thought it was great
My hard times growing up never seemed hard to escape
Over 20 years now and I'm doing it right
If it wasn't for hip-hop, I would've ruined my life
* off
This world, going up in flames
And nobody, wanna take the blame
This, this world, going up in flames
And nobody, wanna take the blame
This, this world
It was 1984, the world opened it's doors
To let me inside, a genius was born
Years later, by the time it was over, I was born again

I was 93, hip-hop was completely taking over me
Watching the movie colors, rap tapes for my brothers
K.R. West wanted so many others
I started writing rhymes, and sharpening my game
Shaking spray cans, and practicing my aim
Taking on the bus, bench cops saw me do it
But they hit me with the car, could've had a moment
Got away that time, so I stuck to the paper
Writing more raps like, * all you haters
Everywhere I went, people saying I got flavor
Bus nowadays, I'm a sick beat maker
Gang wars in my city, who's off the rector?
Hip-hop kill me in five, I'll never quit, sir
This world, going up in flames
And nobody, wanna take the blame
This, this world, going up in flames
And nobody, wanna take the blame
This, this world