Yeah, yeah..
  Uhh, right, right, right
  Right, right, right, right
    Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen
  Momma loved me, pop left me
  Mickey fed me, and he dressed me
  Eric fought me, made me tougher
  Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah
  Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong
  Streets gave me all I write in the song
  Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers
  Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up
  East Trenton grew me, had me skippin school
  Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves
  Momma raised me, pop I miss you
  God help me forgive him I got some issues
  Mickey cleaned my ears, and he shampooed my hair
  Eric was fly - shit, I used to steal his gear
  I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
  Yeah it's goin past fast - let's move along
  Kitchen table - that's where I honed my skills
  Jaz made me believe the shit was real
  Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee
  Clark sought me out, Dame believed
  Primo laced me, Ski did too
  "Reasonable Doubt" - classic, shoulda went triple
  Momma loved me, pop left me
  Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me
  banana puddin, what's in the hood then
  Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle
  Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot
  Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s locked
  Vigs fucked with a nigga, whassup ha?
  (?) high hated the fact I put rap to the back
  Money pourin in, clientele growin now
  Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down
  October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
  Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
  Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
  loves you to death won't let no trouble come your way
  Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland
  He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember?
  Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra
  And your son too - there's nothin I won't do
  Unless you was me, how could you judge me?
  I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me
  Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me
  Talked to me rudely; cause I'm young rich and I'm black
  and live in a movie, not livin by rules
  New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews
  Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say?
  The time is comin; you one hit away
  Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game
  to make the transition, from the street to the fame
  My momma loves me..