I'm back, I'm back, I'm backDon't know how to actWhat I got is what you lackI give it up, you hold backStuck with the slack, I go and stack my stacksI'm back, I'm back, I'm backRolling up the pack, party sound wackThink I have to pass, park, I'm smoking gasMom jean on my assGet the last laugh 'cause my name you'll never dragMiss me, boy, the best you ever hadDrawstring on my bagLet the pants sagPetty, never madLeave it in the pastIf I dwell I'ma never have the life I worked hard forThe city to exploreThe money come in moreStuck in the crib, stuck in the cribI'm a big little kidI'm the bottle, the bib, the baby food lidThe nipple, the lid, and I did what I did'Cause I live how I liveFor $2.50 I could go anywhere I wantEven if they check my bagsI'm hiding weed from the copsI was on the 6, green line chickI was on the 6Fuck with the kid, you don't fuck with the kidAnd I show ya my world and ya seen how I liveFrom the womb to the cribAnd the crib to the schoolAnd the school to the raveAnd the rave to the gamesPatsies for the eatsCasablancas for the meatsLa Tropenzas for the breadWent to Hajis got a philly cheese insteadRound the corner to Ollin 'cause you know I'm MexicanDrink horchata with my peepsHug my auntie in the streetYou could find me and jeff on the courtPlaying ball, football, and trackAnd I still play them all even though that I'm wackPleasant Ave, Italianos, Glottis, and the LucianosRaos sitting on the corner, ever been insideThere's a guy at the table, eats fazul as he cryFor $2.50 I could go anywhere I wantEven if they check my bagsI'm hiding weed from the copsI was on the 6, green line chickI was on the 6
