"Whoever thought a young’un’ from a city full of rattlesnakes

Was ever gon’ make it out the grass patch.

Seven heels, had me looking for a better deal

A hood nigga; I couldn't count on the NASDAQ

Coming home from school, I had tears in my eyes

They was picking on me and wouldn't give me my hat back

Now, I got enough hats to give away

It's better days, I refuse to have flashbacks"

T-pain on bitcoin