I'm just a dirty ghetto kid coming out of the sticks
I gotta pocket full of gold even though that it's ripped and
Everytime I leave the house I pray I Don't get chipped
It's alright (alright) alright alright

I don't need a record deal to tell me how I feel
I wear my heart up on my sleeve just to show that's it real
Im praying that today somebody gon keep it concealed
We alright (alright) alright alright

From the AM to the PM
wake up everyday like it's my last so I needa seize it like carpe diem
I just had a dream that I was packing arenas and coliseums
Till I woke up and my homies phoned me where to meet em

Go grab ya dollas
From out the closet or ya mamas purse
I know Gotta hit the 711 fore we get to work
Me and my dawgs came up outta that dirt
Todays anotha step to break that generational curse

Now we on route going down route 1
Reminiscing onto the days from when I begun
But fuck that We gon stock up on yo favorite snack
And yea I be that dgk I gotta sneak one in my bag

And now it's back to the basics to reality i face it I'm neck in neck with Father Time no marathon we foot racing
Who knew that life could be a walking lick
If I lose myself ima sing this and won't forget I'm just a

Dirty ghetto kid coming out of the sticks
I gotta pocket full of gold even though that it's ripped and
Everytime I leave the house I pray I Don't get chipped
It's alright (alright) alright alright

I don't need a record deal to tell me how I feel
I wear my heart up on my sleeve just to show that's it real
Im praying that today somebody gon keep it concealed
We alright (alright) alright alright

All of my homies that know me know that i keep it going
Going with the flow Shit you already know
I Spit shit with venom
if i got you ima get em
Rapping on instrumentals
Bout shit found in fiction

Then I started talking wit dis one shawty
From round the way
She felt that she been knew me but we met each other yesterday
Fuckin wit me heavy she expressed that she been so depressed
Asking could you write me sum to relieve what I repressed I said

This gotta be the realest shit I ever wrote
Late night drives and clear skies just to cope
Baby don't you ever think that what we got is accidental
Constantly at war with ya self be fucking up ya mental
I'll be there when you need me
Cut the power lock ya door turn off the tv
Close the curtains so your neighbors aren't peaking
Make em turn to Stevie let em wonder who be having you in and out of your feelings

Know you in need of some healing
U ain't gotta live like that
I could steal you for a day to show you where u fit in at
I was once a non believer
You can choose to believe it
Rest ya hands inside of mine so both of us can run it back


You don't Gotta do this shit alone
Matter fact go ahead and save my number in your phone uh
If you ever need me to come and hold you close
I'll be on the way baby you just let me know