Born in the city   The life was pretty shitty   I had a worse life than a 3 legged kitty   Neva went to school   Or the town pool   Had a bad job   Workin' wit dem tools   But it was worse down south   There I pulled a tractor usin' only ma mouth   Now I'm tryin' to survive   In the big apple   All I drink a day is a half empty Snapple   Maybe some fried chicken, once in a while   If not that   I search for a sandwich in a garbage pile   Now I learned to steal   Even a cracka's meal   And some other things   Like some nice ice and bling   Everything I got   Probably isn't mine   But I enjoy it, when the jewels shine   Then I got a band   And we rocked the clubs   Now I can buy   My very own sub   And I gots lots of cash   To add more, to ma weed stash   So theres ma life story   And my road to glory   Now I gots to scram   To go smoke a gram   And then eat some ham   PEACE