Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I never amount to nothing. To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustling in front of the call of police on when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter. To all my people's in the struggle, you know what I'm saying? So good baby, baby. It was all a dream. I used to read Word of Magazine, something pepper and heavy dinner in the lumber scene, hanging pictures on my wall. Every Saturday, rap attack, Mr. Magic, Molly Maul. I let my take rock to my take pop, smoking weed and bare boot, siffin' old private stock, way back when I had the red and black lumberjack with the hat to match. Remember rock being dope, the hard, the hard, you never thought that hip hop would take it this fall. Now I'm in the limelight cause I'm wrong tight, time to get paid blow up like the world train. I'm in the limelight center, the opposite of a winner. Remember when I used to eat sawdeme for dinner, piece the raw jeep, blue sea peaked, kick the brink, funk, master, flex, love, wealth, star, ski. I'm blowing up like you thought I would, call the crib same number same hood, it's all good. And if you don't know, now you know, nigga, I made the change from a common thief to up close to personal with Robin Leach and a ball from chief. I smoked some with my piece for days, where now Mr. Brooklyn way, the Moe wet in all his aches, he pissy, girls used to diss me, now they write letters, cause they miss me, I never thought it could happen, it's rapin' stuff. I was too used to packing cats and stuff, now honey's playing me close like brother plate toast, from the Mr. Stippy down to the East Coast, condos and queens, and go for weeks. So now seats to hear biggy small speak, live a life without fear, puttin' fire, carrots in my baby girl ear, lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool, consider the fool, cause I dropped out of high school, staring your types of a black male misunderstood, and it's still all good. And if you don't know, now you know, nigga, you know, nigga, you know, nigga, you know, Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis, when I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this, 50 in-screen, money green, love is so far, got too wide to love my scene with the sofa, I'm about to g's flat, no need to worry, my account in hand is back, and my whole crew is lounging, celebrating every day no more public housing, thinking back on my one-room shack, now my mom gives her ex with me on a bank, as she loves to show me off, of course, smiles every time her face is up in the thaw, we used to fuss when the landlord distrusts no heat, wonder why Christmas missed us, birthday was the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirth state, oh, damn right I like the life I live, cuz I went for negative, depositives in the salt, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, oh, oh, oh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, is that a be tellin' the house, julien mothia, mad flavor, oh, oh, yeah, hot