Hold up, bitch, I'm from the land and y'all know that Y'all never should have let me go back Even when I didn't had no plaque I was courtside in the Cavaliers throwback I was over nineteen ridin' up Miles Back when I was nineteen turnin' up wild I was in the flats when the land slanged goals Ridin' up Satchel when them boys slanged hoes I was on the clear when L came down Leavin' out of work, went to rap it downtown I was in the club when they played "We Ball" And I repped my hood and everybody started brawlin' Back when I was sixteen, I was spittin' sixteen Hoppin' up the Blue Line on 116 Tryin' to get my fifteen minutes of fame, shit changed