first one that came to mind... To believe people like to say Em DESTROYED Jay on this.
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench
Whatchyou hollerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me - I'm awkward, I box lefty
An orphan my pops left me, And often, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown,especially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor - 30 years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up
Raising my fingers to critics, raising my head to the sky
B.I.G. I did it! Multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight