Boys tell stories about the man. Say I never struggled, wasn’t hungry, yeah, I doubt it, n*gga. I could turn your boy into the man. There ain’t really much out here that’s poppin’ off without us, n*gga. We just want the credit where it’s due. I’ma worry about me, give a f*ck about you. N*gga, just as a reminder to myself. I wear every single chain, even when I’m in the house. Cause we… started from the bottom now we’re here.