This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair

Gotdamn, that bitch lit She said, "I don't smoke, I don't sip I do blow and that's it" Do a couple drugs, have a ting slide She gon' bust it open, let me inside If I was normal, woulda been died Fight night next to Puff, sitting ringside Yeah, and this