[Verse] I left home at 17 Had to get on my own I was young But I was keen to survive on the road In the fall Got to gig, with my brother in large Choppin work Bagging groceries, pushing in carts I was grateful to be working But say, my back is hurting I dont think its the purpose No this cant be the call At night, Im on good times Just passing the time On my break I wrote a song about the love of my life This aint right Couple dollars in change Walkin home in the rain Jump in front of a train Bitch, I might On top of the roof Empty bottles of Brew Take a hit on my J Im in flight Closin my eyes visualizin Monte Carlos with tinted windows And Ballin legitimate Open my eyes, I was in the same predicament The Next week I called in and said I quit Bitch, I get bigger
visualizin, monte, carlos, closin, bagging