[Fabolous humming to the beat]      It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain   I remember takin 3, 4 trains to re cocaine   Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain   Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain   Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained   But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train   Sometimes I ain't see no gain   cause I was runnin to Ralphies everytime my trees showed stains   I was lucky I ain't seized or maim   Get shot or stuck up standin at them C-Lo games   But now shit with these skios changed   I ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange   Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain   Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain   Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane   In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes   I'm still here      [Chorus]   My moma used to tell me   "Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen"   Who knew I'd have what it takes,   to be famous and one day I'd be rappin - no   My papa used to ask me "Son, are you prepared?   Cause one day it could happen"   I dreamed about this game,   but who would of believed that one day I'd be trapped in - no      I just want some peace of mind   Nigga's will risk havin cuffs on their wrists for this masterpiece on mine   Know that I'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline   I can't see myself in back of a Caprice confined   But on a small island, too far for police to find   With girls who look 'Rican and Guyanese combined   I gotta make sure my niece is fine   She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time   Some be like "At least you signed"   But that just make is easy to get pointed out at precinct lines   All ya'll can see if every piece be dime   And I be gettin Nikes before they even get released sometime   Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind   It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine   And if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind   Hold your head, your stress will cease in time      [Chorus]      Sometimes I wish I could go way back when   I could walk thru and ain't nobody know Jay Jackson   Everything was OK back then   Now everybody playin a cool role and I know they actin   I gotta go back through my ol' way packin   These wolves know my jewels is filled with O shade Jacksons   I don't care as long as my dough stay stackin   But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s   And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin   Plus I got all these ducks around the ol' way quackin   These hoes may crack grins   but I swear to God I won't never take O.J's actions   If I would've let this flow stay packed in   I'd probably be with Nick and 'Rome, spending my whole day shacked in   For now I just roll on those eight Jacksons till Clue and Duro brings those    gray plaques in    Yeah      [Chorus]      One day it'll happen   That One day I'd be rappin   No   One day it could happen   One day I'd be trapped in   No